Sunday, September 21, 2014


Yesterday morning, in Sutton Forest, I was stopped by a bloke in tweed and his seven or eight focused, excited pointers, as they galloped across Golden Vale Road. By the side of the asphalt, in low brush, was a bloke in a red jacket. In adjacent fields, two black-coated people were on majestic, muscled horses. My word, a good old-fashioned fox hunt, old boy. Jolly good show! 'I hope the fox will be alright', I said to the bloke in red as I brought my car to a standstill. I probably should've bunged on 'squire' at the end of the sentence. He replied, 'Oh, it'll be fine' with a grin. Where was I? Buckinghamshire in the 1800s? I'm no fan of fox hunts. Was that legal? LJ, September 22 2014.

Sunday, September 14, 2014


If I'm not in favour of Australia involving itself in a lengthy ground war in Iraq and Syria, am I off Team Australia? LJ, September 15 2014.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


I've been watching a lot of Louis Theroux's documentaries lately. Essential, hard-hitting and gripping stuff. I love his measured, inquiring and light-hearted approach no matter the surreal or dangerous context. LJ, 12 September 2014.

Monday, September 1, 2014


I went to see my first live AFL game last Saturday at ANZ Stadium. Swans v Tigers. Loved every second of it. It was a gripping game. Pity the Swans lost by 3 points. LJ, 2 September 2014.