Yes, it’s lazy to post pictures, but it’s all I’ve got at the moment. More of substance later! (Also, darned if I can work out how to place pictures on the page where I want them, but you get the idea.) In these photos: Morris Gleitzman, Marele Day, Kirsty Murray,...
It was a wonderful night. And I’ve had some wonderful launchers in my time, but 13-year-old Andrew Forbes-Macphail really showed how it’s done. For those who were wondering, I hadn’t met Andrew before last night, and his speech was the result of his very diligent...
No, this isn’t a reference to the Great Virginity Debate. It was a new year’s resolution of sorts, and so far it’s bearing fascinating fruit. Chess Nuts! is my tenth publication in ten years. Last year I was overwhelmed by the dayjob and other projects, and I was...
When I read this by Alexandra Adornetto, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or wonder whether I’d woken up in 1950. (I will try to put down some of the more naive comments to her youth, but Tony Abbott has no excuse.) All of my YA novels have dealt, to greater or...
in which there was this, which was gobsmackingly amazing, and highly recommended. There was also a swimming pool which had hairballs like tumbleweeds. You have to work hard to let something get that filthy. But I won’t hold that against you,...
The quote in the title is, perhaps unsurprisingly, attributed to Quentin Tarantino. It no doubt refers to film rather than real life violence, but lately I have been pondering the massive apparent increase in violence of all kinds, whether it’s drunk guys smashing...
