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Amanda Comes Over

I open the front door and there is mum standing there. It is the first time I’d seen her since Xmas. “Hello,” she said. Diminutive, small. “Mum?” I knew Tim was getting out of the shower in minute. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Admittedly, I did stop to think about the state of play thus far. She didn’t call to say she was coming over. She always calls before she comes over. I’d just blown a joint, it was just beginning to hit, and yes, I may have hesitated. “You?” “Don’t even try to be funny, Josh,” said Amanda. She pushed passed me and entered the house. “It is me who is angry with you, we both know that.” My head had barely got around that, when naked Tim stepped into the hallway. And from where I was standing, Amanda copped the full show. Tim had had some of my joint, and he’s not even one for joints, so he was kinda slow. He raised his hand to eyes to shield them from the sun, now flooding in the front door, to see who it was. Then he slipped the towel in front of himself. “...

Josh And Jeff At Grandmas In Kyneton

We headed up to Granma Lilly’s farm at Kyneton for Xmas. It was a Grant family Xmas thing, us heading up Xmas Eve. It’s a large country house that slept 20, or something, with its built on, and then built on again, verandas, which had over time morphed into a huge rambling farm house. Mum, dad, Daniel, me, and Jeff Xmas eve. Mum’s sister Rosalyn and her husband Michael, and their sons, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus would be coming up Xmas day. 300 acres stretching along the river, the back garden facing west, green grass seemingly all the way to the setting sun. Grandma Lilly’s lime drink in a glass jug, and her madeira cake and shortbread, and, of course, pots of tea bought out to the rear deck where we sit to watch the afternoon fade. Grandma Lilly asking questions and telling stories. There was roast lamb for dinner. Red wine. And peaches and jelly and rice pudding and ice cream. Then fruit cake and sherry. “Mum let me help you?” says Amanda. “No darling, sit down you already do too...

Same Sex Marriage

"Would you get married?" asked Nick. "Nah, I don't reckon..." "Why are you against it?" "I'm not against it for everyone else, I'm just against it for me." "So, its alright for everyone else, but not for you?" "It's choice, Nick. If people chose to get married, then they should have that choice." “But not you?” “No.” “Why?” “My parents are still married, and your parent’s are still married, “Wogs.” “But how many other people do you know whose parents are still married?” “Oh… ah?” “Where is the sanctity they speak of?” “Well, they are not all going to work out?” “50 % end in divorce, Nick.” “That many?” “If someone wants to get married, then they should be able to, of course,” I said. “But, I’m not really convinced about the fervour with which we embraced an institution that has essentially failed heterosexuals.” “You are just too negative for words, Josh Grant,” said Nick. “Try being a glass half full…” “I don...