I’m sitting in a small roadside tent in Phonsavan, Laos. The sounds of dusk traffic and cooking fill the air. In front of me there is a small TV. The wall behind it is decorated with bombshells, grenades and articles. Some of the bombs are rusted, the others polished; all in all it makes for […]

I am a wog, and I’m proud of it. I don’t call myself an aussie and I was born in Australia. This may be difficult for some to digest, but that’s how I feel, and I’m not alone is saying it either. A few weeks ago, I emailed a review of the George Michael concert […]