James Hughes is a freelance wrirer.
They’re everywhere in the inner capital cities – but who are those people whizzing past, and what do they really think about life on the road?
Our peers knew us as the Headbangers. My mum joined People for Nuclear Disarmament. Every memory is a timepiece.
Just to save a few sad coins, I confess I’ve been trying those coffee sachets – permanently half-price in supermarkets.
Right now, a national swear jar would plunder windfalls dwarfing iron ore royalties. Why is this happening?
I defended Dad, of course. But I didn’t exactly react with valour and pith.
In an era of unrestraint, partisan bombast and ritualised attention-seeking, the humble insult finds itself in a state of confusion.