Robyn Gallagher

Robyn's Secret Passage

Month: September, 2003

Low voltage

I had dinner with my Dad tonight at La Porchetta, which I picked based on other people’s positive comments in LJ. I discovered that La Porchetta is part of an Australian-based restaurant chain. It’s very much an Australian Italian restaurant, which is different from American Italian restaurants and, of course, Italian Italian restaurants. From what [...]

Rock rock rock

Hey, you know how when people write about their dreams in their LiveJournal it’s really boring because essentially it’s just fiction? Yeah, shut up. I had two dreams last night featuring musicians, the boys from Nesian Mystik and Alex James, the bass player from Blur. In the Nesian Mystik dream I was driving down the [...]

My Fashion Moment

The Face magazine has a regular feature called “My Fashion Moment” where a reasonably styley person supplies a photo of themselves wearing something that defined a kind of fashion moment in their past. I was trying to think if I had a fashion moment and was almost going to declare that I had no fashion [...]

The bee and the spider

I was about to take a shower today when I noticed a bumble bee was hanging out on a hand towel by the corner of the bath. I didn’t want to run the risk of the bee stinging me on my arse when I was on the shower, so I knew that the bee had [...]

Keeping the English language alive

I was bored, doing a search for my web site and found a mention of it on the Oxford English Dictionary’s website. Also during 2002, and largely unnoticed, the OED itself has begun to include quotations found on the Web as evidence in its entries. The first batch of such entries, published in June, included [...]

Pants

A couple of weeks ago I bought the newly released paperback edition of “What Not To Wear” and it has simultaneously ruined and enhanced my life. The book is based on a BBC series where two fashion ladies Trinny Woodall and Susannah Constantine bluntly tell people exactly what not to wear. Their philosophy is that [...]

Wintergarden

The WBC were playing at the Civic’s Wintergarden (I mention the Civic part so no one mistakenly thinks that the w00da were providing the soundtrack to a bunch of cruisy gay sex, a la the Wintergarden at the Domain). It was part of the AK03 festival thing. I think at this stage it’s best to [...]

Shrugs, not drugs

I tried making Thai chicken green curry (or something involving the words curry, green, chicken and Thai), but it didn’t quite work out. At least it wasn’t like the one that the Thai place in Mercury Plaza does. There was something in the curry paste that made me cough. Dammit, all I was trying to [...]

Dot dot dot

I met up with another of my LJ bitches, Gareth, because he wanted to borrow my MC OJ and the Rhythm Slave CD to assist him with research for the book he’s writing. I was very happy to be able to assist. In a couple of weeks I’ll be going to Newcastle, Australia for the [...]

Naked, man.

I was walking home along the Symonds Street motorway overbridge. It started to rain, first little droplets, then big, fast, heavy rainfall. It was interesting seeing the number of people who stopped and crossed over to the other side of Symonds Street and caught a bus. That’s what I did too. Earlier I noticed some [...]