Welcome to a special 5th anniversary birthday issue of The Cud!
We've all contended for the title of 'Iron Chef burnt snag' and for the more ambitious — 'Iron Chef rissole'.
It came to mind at the most unexpected of times. I was sitting in a beachside bar in La Boca, just outside of Trinidad...
Maybe it was the ten years in Los Angeles, perhaps it was the divorce or even the moon-faced cretin that we had to refer to as “The President”...
Oh, I’ve done my share of camping...
One hundred and eighty years ago this month...
" … Scars of self-harm, tattooing and body piercing are often associated with diagnosis of personality disorders or substance misuse..."
He meets her in August, that first time at least, outside an abandoned church on Bourke Street, her wiry body leant back to the wet brick wall...
Every neighborhood bar has its regulars, and its own variety of drunks who never seem to leave...
The sacrifice of the 'newsworthy' at the expense of sensationalism isn't a recent development...
The June sitting of Australian Parliament was either entertaining or depressing, depending on whether you like politics or policy...
Here’s the thing about media reviews: they need to be timely...
It was nearly noon. I had overslept...
