Wanda Watt
Wanda Watt, an artful intellectual who lives with her bestie Noah Little, is a free-range ruminator who can stomach only so much. Watt’s real identity is known to the editor.
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Beware, lest you are erased
Before he left, Peregrine favoured us with his opinion – one, I hasten to say, that was neither solicited nor his first. Characteristically, it came
Cricket at your Perryl
My cousin Peregrine, a cricket fanatic, is visiting us. Well, not us, exactly. Out from England to watch the current Australian tour, he is unabashedly
One man, one vote is not wonder
“They make me proud. Pleased, too.” Noah is musing. Plainly, he expects me to react and, ever complaisant, I do. “What does, dear heart?” “Lamp
Strangers at our door
Noah is working on the rights of refugees. They can, he tells me, also be termed asylum seekers. Why? I ask him, but he is
Birds that are feather-brained flock together …
Noah and I are lunching together. His brow is furrowed and his eyes are narrowed. I know this expression well. It is a lover troubled
More group discussion
“So what?” Noah says. Personally, I think this is abrupt, even rude. Especially when the subject of this – what is the word? – expostulation
Groups, nations and consternations
The professor, delicious monster that he is, has popped in for tea. I am surprised. The last time he came, I batted my eyes at
Getting into a frothy over rugby
“Well, how did you enjoy the rugby?” Noah asks. Noah and I are standing our Irish friends to breakfast at a local restaurant. This is
Of angels and devils, and souls in between
“Sad case, very sad.” Noah’s gaze is upon me. Normally I like being the centre of attention, and this is so even when someone as
Boarding the trans to nowhere
Noah and I are together in our sitting room. We are having a drink before supper. If this sounds mundane, it is because it is.