Grumpy Old Journo

Thursday, December 3

It's time to say goodbye.

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It is my sad task to inform you that Ian Skinner is deceased (the term passed away was always abhorrent to him) He died peacefully in h...
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Sunday, November 29

My word is my bond. What a quaint idea.

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Once upon   a time, children, conservative men regarded their honour as paramount. Proud men would face one another with pistols at dawn if...
Tuesday, November 10

I love praise, but is this a bit stiff?

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Like any other blogger, I love praise . So when this notification of a new comment turned up in my Inbox today, I was chuffed: I don’t know...
Monday, November 9

Remembering the republicans' defeat

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Where is the passion we felt ten years ago when we argued about becoming a republic? The 10th anniversary of the republican movement's ...
Thursday, November 5

Merry makes a tidy Cup profit

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A nice triumph for my wife. She backed the third placegetter, Mourilyan, giving me the pleasure of going down to the pub to collect $36.50 ...
Monday, October 26

Taking the moral low ground – the prerogative of the harlot through the ages

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Dietrich Bonhoeffer – Rudd's inspiration? image from Wikipedia What a tawdry fortnight in Federal Parliament as our political leade...
Thursday, October 22

When it's deadly, it's outstanding

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"That's a blackfella word. It's the ultimate praise anyone can give you"  – performer Leah Purcell defines "deadly...
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Ian Skinner
Woy Woy, Central Coast NSW, Australia
White beard, head turning white. Normally a genial fellow, I worry about threats to tolerance, diversity and social equity. Ratty journalism makes me really grumpy. Now 71, I retired six years ago after a working lifetime as a city newspaper journalist, and live quietly with my wife Merry in a home full of memories, the place where we brought up four children on the New South Wales Central Coast.
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