I remember my brothers coming home on leave in the second world war and never once swearing in front of us homebodies: a remarkable achievement.
swearing
Get a bloody move on
Listening to Richard Glover on ABC702 this afternoon, I heard a poem I hadn’t heard for years, “The Australaise”. My dad read it to me long ago. By CJ Dennis, it was entered, tongue I imagine firmly in cheek, for… Read More ›
