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Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.


  • December 15, 2012

    The Wedding Dress

    My sister was married last weekend. The only inconvenience on the wedding day was this. Our hotel room was makeup and hair curling central.  Which means that around 8 am we had to be out! In the end we returned three quarters of an hour before the ceremony.   I softly knocked on the room…

  • December 12, 2012

    I’m Better Than I Looked

    Last weekend I travelled from Melbourne to Nowra for my sister’s wedding. As the designated passenger I received a phone call. The news was my dad had fallen and was now in hospital. As I result my brother and sister in law altered course to see him. When we arrived Dad (in his eighties) looked…

  • December 11, 2012

    First Gig

    It was a quick stop on the way from Melbourne to Sydney. We pulled off the highway near a small country pub. We parked and left the car then entered the pub. Of course, after the long trip most of the party had things to do. Except me. I was transfixed. At the back was…

  • December 4, 2012

    Getting the Introduction Right (Networking)

    Once I thought networking was all about introducing yourself. But after some contemplation, I realised it worked best for me when I introduced others. And got that right. And that took some doing. The first time I got it wrong was when I had just met a beautiful girl at a dance. I introduced her to…

  • November 27, 2012

    Is This The Most Boring Opposition Ever?

    Politically, I always thought it was the role of the Government to bore the electorate to death. And then be re-elected. But, and especially of late, that role has been taken on by the Opposition. As posted yesterday, it was the asylum seeker debate. Now it is the AWU scandal which dominated Parliament yesterday with allegations that…

  • November 26, 2012

    Tony and Julia : Put Out The Welcome Mat We Need More People Like This!

    As a political junkie, the most boring issue for me is how both sides of politics treat asylum seekers. Nothing ever changes except the number of boats and sadly the death toll. Both sides treat asylum seekers as a law and order issue. Abbott on a regular basis decries them as illegal which is incorrect.The…

  • November 18, 2012

    Men Shopping with Women : The Unwritten Taboo

    I wrote before about being a stylist in training for my partner. And I had my successes and mainly failures. But I learnt lots. Especially about shoes. I now know good quality from bad. I know what does and doesn’t work fashion wise. And still stumble and fall. But unwittingly I stumbled on a taboo…

  • November 18, 2012

    Whatever You Do: Don’t Sit Down!

    I don’t stand outside the dress or shoe shop when my partner enters. I follow her in. It is the option of least boredom. I feel quite silly hanging out like I’m loitering with intent or stalking or something. But it has some advantages. One or two occasions I chose a dress or coat which…

  • November 16, 2012

    Overcoming Adversity (Story in Emoticons)

    Now 😦 Soon 😐 Then 🙂 And then :-0

  • November 15, 2012

    The Happiness Test

    After a break up I was asked what happened! Here are the questions that match the answers: Do I make the other person happy? Does the other person make me happy? Do I want to make the other person happy? Does the other person want to make me happy?

  • November 14, 2012

    The Empathy Gene

    Several years ago, my three year old son asked me the question I will never forget. “Daddy, are you happy?” And that time, my marriage had completely disintegrated. I wasn’t happy. Almost silenced, I think I said yes. But he knew I wasn’t happy. I mean how could he know? Why would he ever ask?  Did I father…

  • November 8, 2012

    Father and Daughter : Spiders and Cobwebs

    Yesterday when I got home from work I couldn’t check my post box or even open my front gate. My way was blocked. By a little girl standing in front of my house. Who of course was no threat. She didn’t even notice I was there. She was busy staring quite intently at the front…

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