Murphy has mercifully left us alone over these past few weeks, bless him…

Rita and I have a dear friend who flies into Melbourne on business …

Loud and intrusive music heard regularly by a well-known truckie is being combated by… well, music…

Bloody hell! Where to start? You all know about Big Rigs demise – or you wouldn’t be reading this…

Late last year a fleeting moment of nostalgia brought about the decision to return to the place of my idyllic childhood holidays…

There is only one way to put this. This past week, my life has been full of - well - shit! Not in the way you may be thinking though. This has been of the natural kind…

One of the best decisions I ever made, many years ago, was to get a Number 2 haircut. I finally came to the realisation that 'comb-overs', or in my case a 'comb-back' no longer hid the shining dome that was my scalp…

The Black Spur is one of the most picturesque and dangerous stretches of road in Victoria. From Healesville to Narbethong, it winds up and over the Great Dividing Range…

4-zero is going to love this! Our Ford Territory, which he scathingly referred to as the TURD-itory, carked it on the way to Sydney…

"What the bloody hell is this crap!" I beefed, as the girl returned to the counter. "Do they think that just because you're 60 you've got one foot in the grave. Let me tell you, I just turned 60 and guess what – I can still drive safely.

They disregard speed limits. They are particularly adept at tail-gating. They can drive with the mobile phone in one hand and often a ciggie in the other. If you let them in they never wave a thankyou - and we all know even pigs grunt!