Hi folks,
All the bloggers have blogged, so it's time for another post. Chad has been talking to Linda Clark and I've been
listening to her. Rob's back, Damon's going away, Jolisa's dumpster-diving in the Big Apple and Debra has teenage sons.
Enjoy.
Cheers, RB
When Linda met Chris |Feb 12, 2003 10:41
Russell Brown's Hard News
I know what it's like trying to manage a radio interview: one eye on the clock, the other on your questions, trying to
balance interrogation with elicitation. And then there's always someone emailing to tell you what you ought to have done
and said...
The questions about drugs don't work |Feb 10, 2003 13:07
Now playing in the Muse Lounge
After successful careers helming a late night news programme that was cancelled and a magazine that closed, Linda Clark
has adopted radio and a sexy mom image: her name never appears in print without mention of her twins, of which she has
two. I kind of like her, actually. She interviewed me this morning about - well, ostensibly about the book (which I'm
"plugging", she said), but basically about myself. "We know so little about ...
I'm baaaack! |Feb 10, 2003 11:29
Rob O'Neill live in Sydney
I flew in to sunny Auckland on Friday and immediately and unexpectedly got embroiled in a stag night around the viaduct.
All aged 30+ as far as I could see, we were playing drinking golf, a game in which 18 nominated drinks each get a par
rating. You keep track of how many gulps you take at each to score...
Boss, the Plane! The Plane! |Feb 10, 2003 01:04
Damian Christie - Cracker With Attitude
Just a quick note to let y'all know that I'm off on a travel writing junket for a couple of weeks in the Whitsunday
Islands. I mention this by way of giving myself a valid excuse for being bottom of the posting list for the next
fortnight, rather than in a lauding-it-over way...
They are the world... |Feb 06, 2003 17:10
Jolisa Gracewood in NYC
You find some pretty cool things in the trash in a city this size. I'm always on the lookout for discarded goodies, and
have scored some fabulous free stuff - chairs, baskets, house-plants. But this was different: more than a trash
treasure, it was a perfect metaphor for how things are right now, just sitting there, leaning up against a pile of
garbage bags. I would have pounced on it, had I not been in ...
What?! You spent ALL of your savings on a pair of digital maraccas?! |Feb 06, 2003 17:09
Debra Daley's astral plane
Sunday afternoon and I am alone in the world. That is because my son has been on DDR Freak for so long now that people
have stopped trying to call me. I can only be contacted telepathically. My phone is always engaged. Engaged because of
stepmania , engaged because of benamistyle . But that's OK, because I understand obsession, or "focus" as I like to call
it when ...
ENDS