A case of misadventure Chapter five

    A week passed. The trail went cold. Two weeks. Nothing. No vessel left Hobart without being searched. No plane flew off from Launceston Airport. No ferry left Devonport. The whole island of Tasmania was netted. Nothing got through. The cops in Melbourne said there was no new cocaine on the streets. Hank and…

A case of Misadventure. Chapter three.

  I don’t know exactly what happened while I was unconscious but Hank had apparently been ‘wired’ the whole time and the conversation I missed has been copied from a transcription of his. It starts about the time I crawled up to their boat to have a squizz. -Hey shush. There’s someone outside. -It’s probably…

A Case of Misadventure. Part Two.

  Steinfeld started talking and I sat and listened. Not because I didn’t have anything to say – I did – but my head hurt. “I’m very sorry about the head, John.” he said. I was about to say that he was taking a bit of a liberty using my first name while introducing himself…

A Case of Misadventure.

I never imagined when I stepped off the plane that my innocent trip to visit James and his wife would turn into the fiasco it did. And their two girls. On the plane over from Melbourne, I had spent the whole time talking to a very pleasant American and his rather dowdy wife about storage…

Truman – A Review.

I haven’t ever set out to be a reviewer but since reviewing Gwen Wilson’s “I Belong to No one.” I have got a sort of a feeling. Truman is a Spanish movie with Argentine characters released in 2015. I could perhaps just copy the blurb on the DVD cover but I’d rather tell you what…

Losing ‘The Big Sur’

Do you remember the “Dharma Bums”, “On The Road” or “The Big Sur”? I do. Did you read the poems of Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Gregory Corso? I was a bit young to remember them in their prime but I was a great fan of Jack Kerouac. When I started teaching English…

Cracking nuts with a sledge hammer

About thirty years ago in a small country town in the Western District of Victoria a young woman drove off the road and hit a tree, killing herself. The tree she hit was one of an avenue of twenty trees planted at the end of the first World War to honour those men from that…

Greville Street

A quiet walk from the Alfred Hospital and off a main thoroughfare called Chapel Street is Greville Street, Prahran. Here the “BP” with plenty of “DI” wander leisurely and chatter loudly and seem to be totally oblivious of anyone sitting at the next table. They are all immersed in their own indulgences. There is a small…