Every time I see these roadwork speed humps, I think they should paint them to look like a piano keyboard. Only a subtle difference, but then we could all imagine a horde of speeding pianos hooning down Flinders Lane.
It's nice to hear piano. I forget how few piano players there are in the wild until I hear one and then it feels like a lovely surprise. It's also nice to hear someone else playing your instrument. I lent my keyboard to Alan Reid, a wonderful Scottish musician, for a house concert tonight and
There's something about Friday that just feels better with a glass of wine in a nice little bistrot. Woods Yard in Albert Park is doing it perfectly. A beautifully balanced Albariño from Margan in Orange is in my glass next to a tasty bowl of olives.
The fountain in the Carlton Gardens never gets old. It’s particularly pretty at night with all its little cherubs lit up. Bats circle overhead and in the dark you can sense the lush green of the gardens beyond. hdr
I know a few people who can identify with the pleasure of falling into bed at the end of the day. When you're really tired and you know that you'll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. The beautiful thing for most is that Sunday means a sleep in and a quiet
