The first time I saw a real life American cowboy was in Waffle House, Charlotte, North Carolina. Jim picked me up from the airport after a gruelling night of flying, and I’m pretty sure my first word was, coffee. He drove his pick-up truck into the car park, led me inside my first Waffle House, and we slid into a booth. Ah … so … Read More Cowboys and Hash Browns
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I flew up to Cairns, Far Northern Queensland, in winter, and was accosted by the heat to such an extent that I had to shed off layers of clothing at the closest public bathrooms— it was overwhelming. When I had left rural NSW, it was 3 degrees celsius with a windchill that felt like minus ten. In Cairns it felt like I was in … Read More In A While Crocodile
Back in the eighties tacos made a sudden appearance in my home. Not good tacos mind you, but tacos all the same. I hated them. My mother was always keen to try something new, so she’d pull these hard, bland corn shells out of a box and stuff them with spaghetti mince, salad, grated cheese and sour cream. The problem was the taco shell. … Read More Wanna taco bout it?
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