I Am The King Of Christmas
byI don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
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Every Castle Needs A Throne
byEven now, well over thirty years after the fact, I have fond memories of playing Lego on the lounge room floor of my family home in Port Moresby.
The World’s Longest Short Story
by“I want a story,” Miss4 demanded when I was tucking her into bed.
There were none to hand because the books were at the other end of the house in the dining room.
“Let’s make a story up,” I suggested.