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I want to share this Australian history with my children. I want them to know about the oldest culture in the world, their convict ancestors, and the role of their late grandfather in building perhaps the world’s most tolerant and successful multi-cultural society.
But what the fuck is wrong with my country?
Advice for dads. Here’s the benefit of my very limited wisdom from a heterosexual point of view.
Fear not, dear reader. This lesson is not about what you think it’s about.
I’m not going to fling a bowl of warm, semi-regurgitated apple puree at you and weepily recount the profoundly goopy wisdom that dawned on me as little Starman managed to spoon slop into his mouth, as opposed to his ear, after trying and then trying yet again.
The other day, the music producer Daniel Lanois listed the three most important ingredients for a successful recording. Number one?
“JACARANDA!”
“BB”, as my mum was affectionately known when engaged in her vocation as a grandmother, could transform car trips during Sydney’s riotous Jacaranda season into travelling ‘I-spy-with-my-little-eye’ festivals for her grandkids.