A few weeks ago, I was sad to announce the passing of one of my heroes. The bad news is that this is going to be another one of those posts. Just a couple of weeks ago, another significant figure from my youth passed away. Maybe not one of my inspirations but a person who seemed like a big part of life here in Australia.
I’m like most other people. I like to eat.
I wouldn’t call myself a gourmet. I don’t need to indulge myself with haute cuisine. I have to say that all those cooking shows, with their complicated techniques and even more complicated presentations, leave me cold. I just want something simple and hearty. Something that fills me up while also making my taste buds tingle.
Most people seem to love action.
Whenever I look through the films that are showing, the main thing I see is action movies. There may be lots of different genres covered: suspense, adventure, science-fiction, fantasy. But the main thing that brings all of these movies together is that they’re dominated by action.
A couple of weeks ago, I posted about the death of one of my heroes, John Clarke.
John Clarke was a master of satire – possibly the finest satirist Australia (or New Zealand, where he originally came from) has ever seen. From his humorous political interviews to his reports on the fictitious sport of farnarkeling, he was both side-splittingly hilarious but also incredible sharp and astute in the way he could take a knife to society – the true art of any satirist.