A book described as ''mummy porn'' has hit the top of the bestseller lists, according to an article in the Herald this week. Presumably it contains the unachievable, unlikely and frankly bizarre secret fantasies that run through every Sydney mother's head.
In my favourite small town, Taralga, they've done up the top pub. It's all plasma TVs and marble tabletops. There's a wine list and fine food. It's all terrific. Part of me, though, liked the old pub.
Everyone seems to have a ''bucket list'', a record of all the things they want to do before they kick the bucket. So what about a ''bin-it list'', comprising all the things you should avoid in the years between now and death? Which of these activities would make it onto your bin-it list?
Here are Richard Glover's 43 top ways to tell if you're a local.
My body is ageing in the strangest of ways. Everything on the left of me is going. My left toe, left knee, left hip. I have a sore tooth, left side naturally, and a left wrist that throbs when the weather changes. My right side, on the other hand, is perfect.
The glory of a Sydney spring begins at 7 o'clock one Saturday morning when you stand at your back door and marvel at the beauty of the season. It finishes 2 minutes later when you notice the first weed pushing up between the paving stones on the back porch.
Living with a suggestible woman is a lottery. Especially if she's a big reader. For years, Jocasta's mood has been influenced by what she's been reading.