August 31st, 2015 | by Al
It was the third day I had been there. Thursday it was visiting the sick, Friday it was burying the dead, and Saturday it was filling the V-twins. The place wasn’t growing on me
August 17th, 2015 | by Al
A calming beer at St Albans, I thought, would be just the thing to stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood
July 20th, 2015 | by Al
He said it had nothing to do with that map on the TV of forecast snow all the way up the Great Dividing Range to the Queensland border
July 6th, 2015 | by Al
One should always have a good reason to be in Lithgow. It is a cold hole of a place
June 22nd, 2015 | by Al
Phil trucked his Black Shadow back to Victoria, and the route went through Sydney
June 8th, 2015 | by Al
I instructed her to pronounce it “Doo-cart-ee”, not “Jew-catty” when cross-examined
May 4th, 2015 | by Al
The warriors were honouring their dead on the morn, and life at the 24 hour service station at Pheasants Nest was surreal at
April 20th, 2015 | by Al
The third day after I got my licence back I bought a wee-strom
