The earliest memory I've been able to drag from the rusting vault is one of me sitting on a bare concrete floor, lit by angled sunlight, while my father painted 'Cannon' on the lid of a small, green, moulded-cardboard suitcase. In my twenties (perhaps thirties — I don't remember ;-D), I related the scene to [...]

Kathy and I visited Sydney in 2010 for a weekend of sensations, smells, pints (beer) and an iconic Bridge Climb - an awesome way to see the sights and extended Sydney skyline. The unfortunate thing with the Bridge Climb is one was not permitted to take a camera, phone - even a hat unless the latter was hooked to the rather [...]