Moments of history

My mother sent me a box of mementoes from under her house (and yes, those of you who know my cupboards well enough are going to say, “what!? *more* rubbish?”). In it was a folded piece of A4 paper, made into a card, written on in pencil. “Dear...

Fame part II

I now have confirmation that I am eminently forgettable. *grin* Walked past Dorothy Porter in the street today, smiled and stopped her. She taught me poetry for two semesters at UTS (admittedly in 1991 or something, but still) and I’ve seen her multiple times...