Time to get rid of my moobs

SO AFTER a simply scrumdiddlyumptious time at my yogalates class where I was trying to get rid of my moobs, I walked straight into a real cheeseball – probably a member of the Westminster bubble – who demanded to know the way to the nearest dunny, biffy or toot. It was all very Dahlesque. Fuhgeddaboudit,…

Take the A Train

THE train was hurtling from Manhattan to Brooklyn when the man beside me suddenly addressed me: ‘Well, what do you think? Trump or Clinton?’ I was about to reply when he made it easier for me. ‘They’re both arseholes,’ he declared. ‘It’s a difficult choice,’ I ventured, ‘but it’s not one I have to make.…

Aussie sports hit the hurdles

THE AUSSIES are having a tough time in sport lately. The Rio Olympics have just finished with Australia crashing to 10th in the medal table while traditional rivals Great Britain enjoyed a record medal haul to finish 2nd in the table. The same weekend, the Wallabies were thrashed 42-8 on home soil by world rugby…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s 49 years later

IT’S BEEN 49 years since I was last in New York and not much has changed. Sure, the Twin Towers are not there. But then they weren’t there in 1967. Apart from that, there’s the ever-present traffic chaos above ground while the subway works so efficiently below ground, the New Yorkers are as friendly and…