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My Super Power, my Kryptonite

 
I worked for a while with a person who didn’t like me. Now, without seeming like a knob, it’s very unusual for me to not get on with people. I’m good at people. I love them and I’m able, for all my other personal failings, to get on and connect with pretty much anyone I meet. I’m a people pleaser from way back, so there’s that, but I’m also genuinely interested…

The Other Side of the Counter

 
There’s a guy who frequents the café I now make coffee in in central London. I work for a company that provides the catering and hospitality for some of the biggest businesses in the city, including for an internationally renowned structural engineering firm which has offices all over the world, including in Australia. The café I work in is situated on the ground floor of a six-story building in Soho and…

My Life as a Midnight Oil


This is a personal account of what it was like to be on the inside of one of the greatest bands Australia has ever, and may ever, produce. It’s the musings of an Oils fan who became, for eighteen glorious months, an Oil themselves. And a personal commentary of the impact they’ve had. On me and on the Australia I know. 

 
I vividly remember meeting the band for the first time…

Coming Home

 
Firstly, thank you for being here to read my second ever blog post on this platform. I appreciate your support very, very much. 

It’s a wonderful feeling, releasing my first new music in over three years. A lot has happened in that time for me professionally, let alone personally, and the release of this new song signifies the start of a brand-new chapter in my life as a musician and artist. 

Made in Manchester

We played nine shows opening for The Teskey Brothers around the UK and Europe in September this year, including four in England. The tour culminated in Thursday and Friday nights in Manchester and the Saturday in Birmingham. I was particularly pumped for Manchester. I’d always romanticised the city, maybe due to my obsessive teen love of Oasis or the ubiquitous influence of that other 90s cultural spectre - David Beckham’s sixpack. I…