Recently, Scott Morrison asked us how good Australia was. Not long after, it was July 4, a date where America drinks itself silly on self-love. But upon further examination, neither country is what they think it is.
Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.
While the right to die is now legal in Victoria, it hasn’t come soon enough for those hopelessly bound in hospital beds around the nation.
Once upon a time, I was the chauffeur of a lady of the British upper classes. It didn’t go well.
Climate change is not just the responsibility of clueless politcians, it’s ours too. Here are five quick ways you can enable meaningful change.
Courtney Herron was found down the road from my house, Eurydice Dixon was murdered in a park I walk through. I could have been either of those women.
I found myself in Fuzhou promoting a film I made, but I also found myself hot-footing after Jackie Chan under the gaze of our Chinese handlers.
As a female, and female travel writer, Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ has tarred us with a very particular brush.
I’ve crashed enough houses and visited enough cities to know how to be the anthesis of a good guest. Learn from my bitter experiences. Do it.
We may be in the dawn of the new millennium, but Australia’s addition to world film has been rather excellent. Here’s my top ten. What’s yours?
I once went on a date with a man named Ignacio. Well, I say ‘date’, but I still question the whole thing.
Let me tell you, I spent many years closely working with a top-notch narcissist. That experience taught me many a thing.
Back in my youth, I travelled to New York and was amazed to score a writing job for a celebrity public relations company. The reality was quite different.
It’s an age-old question. Why do those who ghost you still haunt the halls of your social media?
New Zealand was supposed to be different. It was a place one could escape to when the ugliness of elsewhere overcame me. But, sadly, no-one where is different.
We’re eight hours into the death of Instagram, but in case you’re missing it, these are the extremely important people that you won’t hear from today.
I travelled to a refugee camp in Lebanon, a place mostly populated by the children of Palestine. What I saw was hope walking alongside hopelessness.
I’m lucky to possess a passport that allows me to freely travel wherever I like. We, including our government, tend to take this for granted.
Starting a cult sounds great. Getting started, not so much. No problem, though, as there are five things you should know before you start mixing the Kool-Aid.
When I was younger, I was rather foolish. This absentminded mindset once saw me spend the night sleeping on the pavement of Trafalgar Square. Never again.
Being angry all the time is a way of life, but it is also an art form. Sustaining momentum in this endeavour is tricky, but workable. Here’s how.
I’ve recently hit the jackpot, I’ve turned 30, and I’ve moved to a new city. Making new friends has pang of familiarity about it beyond 30. But here’s what I’ve learned.