Author Archives: chiefprick

It was a beautiful autumn Saturday down at the Eveleigh Farmers’ Markets this morning, and despite the grief of the locals over Bob Brown’s just-announced retirement, all the usual suspects were there: the schnoodles, the hipsters, the middle-aged dads riding … Continue reading →

Can you imagine the collection of pasty, unkempt, reality-dodging, adult-virgin basement dwellers who would have shown up for this? In one of the more depressing dumbing-downs this site has seen for a while, the once-venerable Melbourne Symphony Orchestra has been … Continue reading →

Everyone knows how to confuse a bogan: Tell him an asylum seeker killed a pedophile. But what about haut-gans, those peculiar inner-city Australian creatures who, for all their supposed worldliness, are every bit as parochial and insecure in their country’s … Continue reading →

Down the south coast of NSW, if you must know, eating several dozen oysters a day and enjoying a bit of peace and quiet with the family. More posts soon, including a trip to Rick Stein’s joint in Mollymook. In … Continue reading →

Not quite sure how I missed this, but apparently Ron Jeremy – yes, that Ron Jeremy – was in town the other night launching his new, branded rum: Ron de Ron Jeremy. The promoters of the stuff, distilled in Panama, … Continue reading →

Investing in media companies is always a tricky business, but I have often suspected that there was a pretty close link between the quality of the economics correspondents a news outlet employs and their resulting share price. In Fairfax’s Jessica … Continue reading →

It is not very often that I get to sneak out of the office for a lunchtime assignation with a couple of alluring French twenty-seven year olds. But just as every roué eventually gets to write his letter to Penthouse … Continue reading →

Never let it be said that the Prick With a Fork is not environmentally aware, as this snippet from NSW Hansard proves:

A long, long time ago, back when I was a young man about town in Manhattan, I had a sideline job as a restaurant critic for a free weekly called the New York Press. It was a fun little gig: … Continue reading →