The dull old Sydney versus Melbourne argument has boiled over again. Which city's the best? I think I've finally worked it out. Cue drum roll … Melbourne is better. How can this be?
The Sydney Morning Herald
In my deep, dark past, I was a magazine editor. Page three was the page on which everyone wanted to place an advertisement because it would always be read. Here in Britain, page three means breasts; a daily dose of boobs as soon as you open the paper. That prime advertising real estate is the home of bangers, baps, cans, norks — whatever you want to call them. The women are gorgeous. You can get boobs wherever, and whenever, you like. I have some Australian guilt about the existence of page three. For better or for worse is a difficult question to answer. The option for women to get their own back and perve at nude blokes also began in Australia.
Curtain falls on Spicks and Specks. Post Reply. View Options. There's nothing quite like going out on a high: the program earlier this month won a Silver Logie for Most Outstanding Light Entertainment Program.
I didn't go to the recent Dali exhibition at the NGV. I tried to go, I really did! I love Dali's style, but when I heard the queue to get in on the final night stretched as far back as Flinders Street, I wimped out. I feel like a bad Melburnian.