Sleepless In Sydney

I first spotted them on my way to Darling Harbour. Bullets. Four of them, seven metres high, imposing in absolute rigidity. Full metal jackets. A sculpture that didn\’t toy around with ambiguity; it was clear what the bullets implied. They exuded a plaintive sentience which, while inescapable, was only a part of the full message.Continue reading “Sleepless In Sydney”

Sandpaper Gate 2018: Playing Cricket The Contemptible Australian Way

These are the kind of events that stick with people. Not Steve Smith\’s purported Bradman-esque Ashes season, not David Warner\’s scintillating knocks, not Nathan Lyon\’s deceptive flights and dips. These are the kind of events that will stick with these people and their legacies, interminably label them, and parasitically besmirch the highlights of their careers.Continue reading “Sandpaper Gate 2018: Playing Cricket The Contemptible Australian Way”