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Parkinson’s schmarkinson’s – where there’s a will there’s a way

I love a thing we Aussies have, it's called Council Cleanup or Pickup or whatever. What it boils down to is, that if you have some old crap you'd like to rid yourself or your husband of (e.g. his much loved abominably decorative 80s jumpers ..), you simply put it on your doorstop where it …

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Proof of identity – it’s a fair cop

Funny, the things you unearth when - after a few decades of roaming around this ole world - you feel as though maybe, just maybe you've ended up somewhere you could tentatively imagine you could start breathing and stop treading water... (mixed metaphor alert). Opened another box I had lost sight of for years and …

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Winkle picker blues

I loved this song when it was a modest hit back in the 80s. I think I was the only one though, as it invariably used to clear the dance floor whenever the DJ played it - leaving me and my black winkle pickers (or as my now-Chilean niece described them, Uncle Richard's clown shoes..)

Why I will never, ever stop loving women full stop

Whenever I start on this most familiar trait of my mental make-up, I can see the assorted eyebrows of - even some very near and dear - gals within my inner circle preparing for lift-off. And, while my chequered recent past would certainly merit such apprehension, I assure you one and all, my motives in …

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