Tag Archives: Middle Age

the heist

Posted on November 17, 2016 by rustichello

It’s Sunday morning and the sky is clear. The football season is over and the cricket hasn’t started. I have no deeds to do and no promises to keep. I mooch around the house for a bit. I consider getting … Continue reading →

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sixteen kinds of hurt

Posted on September 27, 2015 by rustichello

When my Dad was mad he’d threaten me with sixteen kinds of hurt. There was the clip over the ear; the smack on the chops; the belt across my buttocks; the gut punch; the double fisted shirt grab; the single … Continue reading →

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It’s not about the baggie

Posted on March 4, 2015 by rustichello

It seems certain that Andrew Chan and Myu Sukumaran will be executed over the next few days, and there’s no question that executing them is a greater crime than importing all the heroin in the entire golden triangle. It’s a simple … Continue reading →

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a sense of north

Posted on March 2, 2014 by rustichello

I’ve been to a couple of gigs lately, Don Walker and Bruce Springsteen. Both were supporting new albums that no-one is really that fussed about. Bruce played in front of one hundred thousand or so, and charged a couple of … Continue reading →

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YOU WAIT, TIME PASSES.

Posted on September 21, 2013 by rustichello

Sometime in the mid eighties my Dad acquired a Commodore 64 and a bag of tapes with games on them. He set it up in the sleep out and connected it up to an enormous CRT television. It had a … Continue reading →

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faith no more

Posted on November 14, 2012 by rustichello

Some years ago I was a casual academic. I taught classes and marked essays. It was great fun. For a fellow as quiet as me, the enforced opportunity to speak about the stuff that I knew was tremendously rewarding. I … Continue reading →

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not hungry anymore

Posted on July 13, 2012 by rustichello

It’s twenty years or thereabouts since I moved from the country to my Nanna’s fibro by the sea, ninety minutes by train from the city. I have been reflecting recently on how keen I was back then, how desperate to … Continue reading →

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glad animal action

Posted on June 29, 2012 by rustichello

I’m sometimes asked why cricket caught my imagination so strongly when I was a kid. I usually answer that it was something to do with masculinity and those magnificent moustaches that early eighties Australian test players sported, especially fast bowlers. … Continue reading →

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don’t you think the joker laughs at you?

Posted on March 26, 2012 by rustichello

I’ve tried to quit smoking about six hundred times and I fail. I fail to actually stop.  At precisely the same time I’m saying I don’t want to do this anymore I am sucking on a cancer stick and loving … Continue reading →

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onward, ever onward

Posted on February 22, 2012 by rustichello

Now I’m back from Nepal and ensconced in the usual things the temptation is to start to dream afresh, to find a new escape tunnel. But I’m not really escaping in any meaningful sense, just looking out the window and that … Continue reading →

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