Last night I went clubbing. Yes, I really did. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I think it was the visitors from out of town, who were ridiculously fun or possibly the jugs of cocktails but dancing seemed like a really good idea. I was having an outrageously good time and bulletproof, due to the aforementioned cocktails and the vodkas that kept materialising in my hand. Something about being out after midnight lets this magic occur. It only happens between 12 and 3am, when I’m usually asleep, so I generally miss the visits from the vodka fairy, but not last night. But alas, disaster struck. My body decided to remind me that I’m too old for bouncing up and down like a lunatic by letting my knee pop out of joint.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same again, but it was totally worth it. Not only for the fun night, but also the bonus bragging rights at the crack of dawn kids’ soccer game, where I attained serious cred for crashing out (literally) in a gay bar in the early hours of the morning and still showing up with the half-time oranges.


The most interesting thing for me this past week was doing Ethics Teacher training, where a large group of volunteers are taught how to bring the big ideas to the little people. Those of you who know me well know that I struggle to maintain the rage with most issues, but this one has stuck with me for a couple of years now, so I figured it was time to actually do something.

It’s been a while since I last thought about the big issues in a philosophically enquiring manner, where you set aside the emotion and explore the logical (very Spock-like) to reach highly improbable conclusions. I learnt a lot about myself, or more accurately, remembered how irritating I can be in the right circumstances, like when I argue a position to the death that is ultimately ridiculous solely for entertainment purposes. How I have such lovely friends is a mystery! Thank you to all of you for just rolling your eyes instead of hitting me over the head with a blunt object.

Fortunately for all the kiddies who will be in my class, I don’t get to insert my opinion and am merely there to facilitate theirs. I’m sure all our kids think we are crazy people, but it’s best not to have it confirmed at such an early age!

On another note, I’m counting down to the Big Book Launch on 25th March – only 23 days to go until the new one is released on unsuspecting relatives. Hopefully, it might be long enough to Christmas that time might have dulled their recollection…


It’s been brought to my attention that I haven’t blogged for a while (really good friends with marketing backgrounds will do that for you!) It’s not that there hasn’t been stuff happening, but as its mostly been my friends reading my blog, I tend to just call them for a chat. Now that my new book is coming out, with a fair amount of to-do about it, it seems possible that someone else might care to read my thoughts on things.

Dropping both my boys at school today, the little guy’s second day of kindergarten, I was feeling a bit mopey so I chose to write about inanimate things I really like to cheer myself up. Coffee, wine and good chocolate are in the Food race and there is a clear winner. After having a bug for the last week, shunning all food and not able to face wine, I still managed to force down several cups of coffee a day, which was the decider in the race, though it did make me go slightly crazy. I’m now all better and sitting at one of my favourite coffee shops, watching the good looking hipsters doing their thing. I think there is a correlation between the size of the beard and the quality of the brew. I still don’t get the whole beard thing, but it makes more sense than the moustache thing that seems to be thankfully fading away (hopefully to never arise again in my lifetime). I think I must have watched Grizzly Adams too much at an impressionable age, because watching the young man with the substantial beard grinding the beans makes me think of living in a lovely log cabin in the wilds with the bear for a pet and how peaceful and idyllic the whole thing would be. In reality, it would probably be a grindingly weary subsistence existence, but I’m not going to let that stop my fantasy. Carrying on that train of thought – does anyone know what happened to the Grizzly Bear at Taronga Zoo? His enclosure has been taken over by Sun Bears! Hopefully it was a bloodless coup.