Tag: Arti Behan

It's an undeniable fact of life that the two greatest Christmas songs of all time are The Pogues’ ‘Fairy Tale of New York’ and Paul Kelly’s ‘How to Make Gravy’. Some will tell you art is subjective and beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that — ...

I’ve been in over my head, arse over tit, three sheets to the wind, bit off more than I could chew and down and out. I’ve seen jail cells, slept in hospital beds and felt fists to the face. I’ve begged for mercy and asked for forgiveness.

Eventually those sweet rhythms of life in London seem more like the grating sound of a skipping CD. But wait, there is respite...

She’s a beautiful South African lioness. I’m a mangy Australian mutt. Her speech is refined, dignified, and elegant — the sweet rhythms of … . Mine is slurred, poorly announced, whiney and peppered with blasphemy and swearing.

People often ask me why I left Australia; the English just can’t seem to comprehend it. They cite the weather, beaches, girls and attitudes as clinching proof that you must be insane to leave. And, I can never seem to give them an answer which satisfies them — or me.

There was a collective groan which rang out across Clapham, Shepherd’s Bush, Fulham, and all the Australian ghetto’s when the extended death rattle of summer finally kicked and October temperatures sank to where they belong.