Entries by Noel Murphy

Grift to the mill at Mar-a-Lago

THE GRIFTERS’ CLUB: By Sarah Blaskey, Nicholas Nehamas, Caitlin Ostroff, Jay Weaver; Hachette  Good word, grifter. Not really an Australian word, more a Yankee thing but it pretty much lines up with our con artist: a person who engages in petty or small-scale swindling. Thing about this book is there’s nothing really all that small, […]

Cheroots, spittoons and tickling the old ivories

Not too many places are around these days for quaffing from brandy snifters, chomping on cheroots and expectorating into spittoons. It’s comforting, however, to find such luxuries do still exist, and in some of our finest establishments. Better still, if you’ve an eye for despatching the ivory orbs over wide expanses of green baize, you […]

Aqueducts and a little concrete advice …

Breakwater’s historic aqueduct is about to fall on people’s heads, again, making it time to revisit concerns from a few years back … The giant honeycombed concrete edifice on Ryrie St looks like a bomb blast aftermath just now. The Barwon Water HQ makeover is interesting on a couple of fronts, not just for its […]

As Your Worship Pleases …

Dispensing justice in a place like 1970s Rhodesia requires a mix of talent and accoutrement. First thing you need is a gun. More than a few unsavoury characters about, and some menacing political rebels too. A cool disposition toward stifling heat and professional scrutiny is handy. A cast-iron stomach, and a liking for the odd […]

Limbo: Jungle bars, volcanic interruptions

Above: OzPost’s Mt Elephant volcano stamp issue Volcano watch wasn’t exactly what I’d planned. Things were meant to be more of an exploration mission. A search for faces, places, swimming pools, sort of stuff you do in the Bali tropics. Ideally, it was going to be a search for jungle bars. Something in the treetops, […]

Murphy’s Volunteers, a song for the ages

It’s hard to silence a Werribee rustic sometimes but an Aussie-Irishman named Martin Hanley had the ability to send this scribbling gob-shite into gob-smacked by the surreptitious means of deed, sentiment and music. He comes to mind as the Port Fairy Folk Music Festival ramps up acts for its latest bash because he drove me, […]

A Nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse ….

The swaggie was out of sorts, no doubt about it. Just released from Geelong Goal, the old bluestone gaol, where he’d been sequestered for a few days over unpaid fines, he came bellowing into the office demanding a reporter. And roundly cursing the long arm of the law. The plods had rejected his offer to […]

Three decades of innovative, creative design

Now here’s an interesting project: 70-plus stories on what it takes to build some pretty special new towns, suburbs and communities. Think planners, designers, engineers, artists, landowners, bankers, investors, clubs and community groups, sales crews, marketers, maintenance crews, apiarists, traditional owners, mums, dads, kids … Think also creativity, innovation, experience and a good bit of […]

Parsons, strathspeys and rough justice

Well strike me pink, I’d sooner drink With a cove sent up for arson, Than a rain-beseechin’, preachin’, teachin’ Cranky bloody parson. The old rhyme’s banging through my head like a tattoo as I try to concentrate on the tune at hand, an elegant strathspey the parson beside me is pumping out on his squeezebox […]

New home, new life, new hope

It was once the cradle of civilisation. These days, there’s little that’s very civilised about the country that hounded Milad Butrus and his family from their home. Bakhdida, in northern Iraq, became simply too dangerous for this Christian family, a Catholic family, and they fled to Jordan in 2014. It was a harrowing flight to […]