Scruffy Murphy’s is more associated with glassings than gastronomy. As a serious foodie who eats at least three times a day, I’m a little nervous about what the chef will plate up.
A statue and two plaques commemorate the life of an explorer’s much-loved feline friend, but gloss over his grisly end.
How the depressing daily journey into work was made just a little more depressing, so the people of Pine Street could get a good night’s sleep.
A picture’s worth a thousand words. Enjoy a roughly-written 5000 word essay on 24-hours in Sydney.
Chris Ryan is enchanted by a creature of the not-so-deep in Clovelly.
A tribute to two Sydney surgeons has been molested by people who can’t understand the simple instruction, “Rub my nose.”
“What is that thing?… And what’s that smell?” Anyone who’s spent enough time in North Bondi for the wind to change direction will have heard a visitor ask such questions.
The RSPCA’s fundraising day was full of good intentions. But Jeremy Chunn found that with thousands of well-fed dogs, the scene soon turned ugly.
On a narrow street in Newtown a giant dog towers above the traffic. Passers-by double take at the massive sculpture. Cars slow down as they pass the trailer it sits on, and come to a stop as drivers stare.
If you’ve wasted money visiting Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in LA, it will sting you to find out you could have had the same thrill closer to home.