Recent lack of posts can be attributed to several things, including getting hooked on Twitter.

Will be adding a Twitter badge as soon as I get back to a regular sized screen, for reasons unknown eee pc is not displaying half of what I am typing.


PM Potty Mouth

Kevin Rudd may not like to use the R-Word but he dropped the S-Word on Seven’s Sunday Night recession special tonight.

I had to google “sh*tstorm” and Kevin Rudd just to confirm it wasn’t my imagination.

And of course it was on YouTube within minutes. And some chap has also started selling t-shirts on Red Bubble.

Catch the slip up here:

Food glorious food

My obsession with food continues.

After an evening of crabbing in the Swan River last month, Justin returned with the entire boat’s catch of three crabs.Blue manna crabs





Which I managed to turn into my variation of a fave from Alto’s – crab with angel hair pasta…fresh roma tomatos, garlic, onion, EVOO, cracked pepper, salt, parsley. Yum

crab with angel hair pastaAnd here’s a couple of kilo of grapes from the Swan Valley. I have been driving up Benara Road to get them every Saturday the past three weeks. Crunchy and sweet, the kids far prefer this to anything from the supermarket that may have been in cold storage.

grape expectations

Two Fists One Heart

Daniel AmalmI wouldn’t normally post “celebrity” photos but what the heck.

Here’s a photo I snapped of Daniel Amalm at the Intercontinental Burswood Hotel this morning, where he was doing interviews to promote his first lead role in the locally made feature film Two Fists One Heart.

Brisbane-based Daniel plays Anthony Argo, a young boxer torn between meeting his Sicilian father’s expectations and finding his own place in the world. It’s a father and son story, a love story and best of all a PERTH story with lots of Perth locations.

No, that doesn’t mean the Bell Tower but you do get to see Cottesloe Beach, the South Perth ferry, Swan River and several Northbridge locations such as The Mustang Bar – all using their real names.

The film is inspired or loosely based on the formative years of Rai Fazio, who beat the odds and funding bureaucracy to finally get Two Fists made.  He told 6PR’s Simon Beaumont today that 70 per cent of the story was true.

Rai wrote and appeared in the film, which also stars locals made good Jessica Marais of Australia’s No. 1 TV drama Packed to the Rafters and singer/comedian Tim Minchin.

The film opens nationally (Australia) on March 19. You can learn more at

And you can read more about Daniel Amalm in The West Australian next week. If you’re wondering what you last saw Daniel in, he was Dino Dibra in the original Underbelly.

The Dentist

Is there anything worse than a trip to the dentist? Some women may might say a trip to the OB/GYN and men might balk at the idea of certain  examinations of their privates but there’s a universal fear and loathing linked to the annual trip to the dentist.

Nothing against my dentist personally, of course, but I think I had one of the most unpleasant hours of my year so far earlier today.

It didn’t help that it was lunchtime, so I was hungry. You’re stuck there with your mouth open, while tiny little drills and pickaxes (well, those scraper things may as well be) chip away at the build-up on, behind and between teeth.

Saliva runs down your throat making you gag (nearly puked several times), the hose thing to suck out the saliva makes you gag, there’s a faint taste of blood from between the sensitive gums. And then there’s the polish, adding a whole load of grit to the mix. Oh and did I forget the flossing!?!?

It’s slightly painful, totally gross and ends with a rinse meaning you can’t eat or drink for another half hour. Don’t make plans to go anywhere right after, unless you look good with half your makeup and lippy missing or smeared.

Is it any wonder I hate getting that recall?

Fun in the sun (until it all ends in the toilet)


Wrote this back in January with the best intentions of finding the photo, inserting, posting. Now it’s March….

It has been more than four years since we last visited WA’s favourite holiday island, Rottnest. The main reason for this is my tendency towards extreme sea-sickness.

Our daytrip just over a week ago was something that would have fit my friend Hazel’s criteria for a debacle.

First up, we missed the ferry. Not intentionally, of course. Even seeing it leaving Northport as we pulled into the carpark did not ring alarm bells. I was convinced we were booked on the Saturday 10.30am boat and that we had half an hour to spare. In fact, we were booked on the 10am, due to arrive at Rotto at 10.30am. Oh well, no cream buns from the bakery.

I booked the tickets online at Rottnest Express taking advantage of the summer deal of a family of four for $130. The night before leaving I printed out the details and popped them in my bag. But when I got to the express counter it was nowhere to be found, having fallen out in the boot of the car on the drive to Freo.

Either way the booking was located and a ticket printed for the next boat, an 11.30am ferry from C-shed. The helpful staff said they would make an announcement at 10.30am and drive us around on their shuttle.

Just after 10.30 they made the announcement especially for us, since we were, they were fairly certain, the only bozos (my words not theirs) to have missed the boat.

We all had a laugh, walked over the shuttle, only to discover it had gone without us! Thankfully they radio-ed and sent it back to get us.

So, we made it to Rotto in time for lunch and with healthy appetites, headed for the revamped Hotel Rottnest (formerly the Quokka Arms), having been unable to work out where the fish and chip shop was located in the main Thomson Bay area (there was one years ago near an amusement arcade or maybe I am just going mad and confusing it with Geordie Bay?).

The hotel revamp is as good as we had read about – it’s like a smart inner city pub, located right opposite sparkling blue waters.

There’s a big bar inside where you order food and drinks, plus a bar outside catering to the drinkers and people who want to laze around on the astroturf soaking up the sun and views.

Actually, I think you’d get a view of the boats and bay no matter where you sat.

The service was efficient and fast considering it was a Saturday lunchtime. Menus were located on some but not all tables and seafood featured heavily  – fish and chips, crayfish and an ice bucket of prawns. Served with fresh bread and seafood sauce for about $32 it seemed to be very popular.

Wait staff were smartly dressed in black shirts and shoes and managed to find the tables (you get a number from the bar when you order) to deliver food and cutlery with ease. In fact one waitress came back with a fourth set of cutlery for us without us needing to ask (we had ordered three meals between four of us) – a rarity! It was such a pleasant change to see smiling and helpful wait staff with no attitude or surliness.

Anyways in keeping with my obsession with taking food photos, here’s a pic of the main serve of fish and chips.

fish and chips, Hotel Rottnest, Jan 2009

fish and chips, Hotel Rottnest, Jan 2009

After lunch we loaded up on supplies from the bakery (now featuring a gelati bar) and walked to The Basin for a dip, spotting surprisingly few quokkas along the way.

A plesant afternoon was followed by a rough trip back, during which the air-conditioning did not seem to be working quite as well as it should have (they did say they were having some issues and I don’t know if they resolved them – my sweat could have been caused by heat or nausea).

And like all trips to Rottnest seem to end for me, I managed to lose my stomach contents between C-shed and Northport and again after we disembarked.

So, I guess if we ever go back, I’ll need something other than Travacalm, Rescue Remedy and the Vicks stuff I was sniffing and sucking on 😦

Pictures are all to the right in my Flickr photostream.