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When the Flying Doctor Didn’t Come

When the Flying Doctor Didn’t Come

I wrote this article years ago, when I was attempting to document my years as a buffalo hunter in the Northern Territory, back in the 1970s and ’80s. We worked in extremely isolated areas, at least eight hours drive on dirt tracks to the nearest hospital. so if...
Surviving Cyclone Tracy

Surviving Cyclone Tracy

The ‘build-up’ that year had been toxic. Humidity got to 88% and the air was like soup, the sky heavy with angry clouds.  I was nine years old and a shy and watchful child, ever alert to any change in the atmosphere of the household.  Hysteria had been nibbling at the...
The path through violence, to understanding

The path through violence, to understanding

The reason I was putting up with all the shit my brothers slung at me and studying instead of partying, was Karate. It lifted me out of a fog and got me thinking clearly. My wife couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “I told you he was doing badly at school, right?”...
A reflection on life in an outlaw motorcycle club

A reflection on life in an outlaw motorcycle club

Watching Sons of Anarchy took me back to that time decades ago, when I rode in an outlaw motorbike club. When I watched my first episode of ‘Sons of Anarchy,’ I got a cold shiver down my spine. It was such an accurate portrayal of life in an outlaw motorcycle club, it...

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