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Knitting

I went into a knitting shop yesterday to get some yarn. I love these shops, the colours ranged along the walls, yarn wound into balls, yarn twisted into skeins. There was no scent in this shop, which struck me at once. In the old knitting shops, there was always a faint aroma of greasy wool, […] Read more…

My Father’s Nose

My father’s nose was a magnificent schnoz, springing from his face with strength and vigour. It was the kind of nose that led armies into battle, the kind of nose that conquered ancient civilisations with brutish force, a nose to toss a tousled woman onto her back and whip up her skirts. It was part […] Read more…

A Night in a Brothel part 2

Adele’s brothel name was Tenille. When she told me this, early in her employment at Getting Up to Mischief, I didn’t fully appreciate what it meant. It merely seemed the outer layer of protective falsehood the women donned when dealing with the men, part of the ensemble of fake interest, fake attraction, fake orgasms the […] Read more…

A Night in a Brothel Part 1.

The brothel looked like a one-legged robot. It stood on its one leg in the industrial zone of one of Melbourne’s suburban wildernesses and was named “Getting Up to Mischief”. Adele parked her rusty old Kombi under the robot’s angular loins and we entered through a door in the ankle. It was Thursday evening in […] Read more…

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