Category Archives: Childhood

My father was born in 1911, at home in a terrace house in the Sydney suburb of Paddington. He was at least six weeks premature and was no bigger than my grandfather’s hand. He was placed in a shoebox and wrapped him in cotton wool. They fed him with an eye-dropper. He should have died.Continue reading “A Father and Son”

If I could choose one phrase that would best describe my school days, it would be: The years I was repeatedly hit in the face with sporting equipment.  Mostly tennis balls. Mostly didn’t hurt, except the ones that actually lodged in my eye-socket; they kind of hurt. Like having a Chinese-burn on your eye-ball. There was,Continue reading “Being hit in the face with sporting equipment”

When I was in high school, my friends and I made up a game called Thwacker Cricket. It was a bit like French Cricket, but faster and more agile. I’ve always fantasised about Thwacker Cricket becoming a major sport. I don’t care who does it. That’s why I’ve published the rules on my website, hopingContinue reading “Thwacker Cricket”