My Oz Day involved tutoring in Chinatown, which did mean I saw what was going on at that end of town. Lots of people are out and about. I always get nostalgic — an emotion I am increasingly subject to but enjoy — when I see the vintage buses doing their rounds on Oz Day.
And no, that’s not me.
Bandjalung artist Andy sent me an SMS wishing me Happy Oz Day and warning me to use sun screen lest I got darker… 😉
Nice email from a poet: Nasra.
Came here as was searching for Arab Books Reviews but led me to your blog ..I enjoyed especially reading an Australian