What's the Craic?
Craic is my attempt to publish my own work, through championing Northern Irish culture. It started as a response to increasing tensions during the pandemic and through Brexit in the U.K.
SUDS' 'Blithe Spirit' review: "a lovely little farce"
‘Blithe Spirit’ is a 3-act performance that acts as an absolute testament to what student theatre can be.
Welcome to the (tragic) family, son
There is no definitive limit to our physique; it’s always “moving in and out of focus”.
A brief inquiry into chance encounters in the digital age
I realised that sometimes it's best to savour the memory of a spontaneous connection rather than holding onto people with the strings of technology.
With teeth: Why girls love vampires
Suspended between death and life, the vampire occupies a liminal space wherein typical boundaries can be blurred.
A night in the most popular sex shop on Oxford Street
For many people, the idea of walking into an adult shop can be intimidating or embarrassing, though it doesn’t have to be — buying a sex toy can be a fun and empowering experience.
The warrior women of Dahomey
These warriors are the only known army in modern history to be exclusively composed of women, and they protected the citizens of their kingdom for at least two centuries.
bAKEHOUSE's 'Human Activity' at KXT Broadway: Review
There’s a heavy weight here. Human Activity bears it exceptionally well.
Whose coffee culture?
There’s an almost irreconcilable discord between the Sydney coffee culture projected by mainstream food publications and the realities of most Sydneysiders.
Three steps to ennui in Sydney (and three reasons not to follow them)
Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
I am a ghost watching my own body
We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
Love unscripted: The culture industry’s romantic reel dance
Business is business, what else are you supposed to do?
Let's pretend
On that Friday afternoon, we revisited those shy little girls that met for the first time, tangled hair from climbing trees and crayon smeared hands that reached out to hold, toothless grins whispering ‘Let’s pretend...’
I was caught walking home with a pep in my step: 'Make Love, Not Instruments' by Hat Trick Review
‘The Spare Keys’ in Make Love, Not Instruments take you by the hand on a vocal journey, sonically stunning with a rich setlist of showtunes, mid-century love songs and modern belters.
When you appeared in my dreams, I thought I saw you in the field.
An ode to past relationships and the ghostly apparitions of memories that are ever present as time goes on.
