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I’m twenty-five. It’s early mid-morning. I’m wearing a tweed jacket, grey flannel trousers, brogues. It’s the mid eighties, after all. I arrive on time. I’ve even combed my hair, God rest its soul. I sit there patiently. I read through a Women’s Weekly. A No Idea. A BRW. I can remember Alan Bond’s face was […]
Read MoreThe people power of politics – I’m in Toorak. At a fiftieth birthday. It’s a black tie affair organised by three women who went to school together, who have decided to combine all the effort and the costs of the thing into one big party. I’m the only person in a cravat, a-la-Matt Preston, cause I […]
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