I’m still working through a backlog of stuff, but after the longish writeups of Samuel Beckett and Tate Modern (and too much time spent dicking around with pictures of John Hurt) it’s time for a few, short, stupid posts to break up the routine. See them below: one, two, three.
I'm re-jigging my blogroll, and I need to ask: do you want to be in the Locals category, or are you more a Dirty Foreigner?
I suspect I've been away from Australia for enough weeks now to be considered a traitor to all the battlers out there in the real world, so put me down as a furriner before my pop culture references become completely incomprehensible.