It began like many other days… Justina racing out to work, grim-faced, the prospect of another day in cubicle-hell heavy on as she pedals amidst Gertrude Street traffic and on to the sanctuary of Exhibition Gardens before the final dash to Elizabeth Street. Carrying the dreaded coughing flu with her it would be another one [...]

I was born the year of the Cuban Missile Crisis (thanks for reminding me Craig), not in Cuba, but in Guildford, outer western Sydney, Australia. According to Astrozone I should be making something of this day: “Today the New Moon lunates in your sign and begins a new cycle of personal development. Your unique characteristics [...]