Feet, a reckoning

How to feel old part II: a Melbourne folly.

I’m flashing in briefly with a smaller offering, and out again. The week has run away on me. I’m just back from a quick trip to Melbourne which took out the time I normally devote to throwing everything into Vamp …

I lived in Melbourne on and off for a decade or so, miss so much its style and guts and idiosyncrasy and humour (I think, blasphemy, it has t…