One thing I particularly adore about Melbourne is the bountiful supply of kitsch $2 shops and dodgy street merchants, and nowhere provides more lame shopping joy than the Queen Victoria Market. Not only does it provide a huge…

Since being decisively dumped, my mind has now turned to the (at least) $50 question: how does one get a man, or woman, in this city? Somebody to-o-o-o love? And how does one find such a person anyway, without getting stalked, drugged or murdered? These questions and more I pondered over my morning serve of [...]

Catching the train every day puts me in the oh-so fortunate position to be able to see and quietly judge the scum of Melbourne’s public transport system.
You know the types - the punk-arse kid sprawled across three…

Some dorks say that trivia nights in the northern suburbs are not what could be termed, say, “classy entertainment for the under 50s” – but I say they’re five billion percent wrong…