An intrepid Phil Scott ventures out on Oxford Street and lives to tell the tale.

On New Year’s Eve, friends and I partied on in Oxford Street. We went to Palms, where my friend Mike was refused entry because he wore open-toed sandals. Fair enough. The horrific threat of tinea is ever-present...

Rodney Croome clarifies the benefits of Tasmania’s relationships registry.

I am completely mystified at why the Tasmanian relationships registry continues to be demeaned by some people as ‘second-rate’ and ‘watered down’. Let’s have a look at common objections to the Tasmanian registry and why they’re wrong or unfair...

ALL'S GREAT IN '08

2008. Who’d have thunk it? Seems like only yesterday we were counting down to the Y2K-induced Apocalypse, doesn’t it? Now the noughties are close to dying their natural death as the planet braces itself for the angsty teen years...

Looking ahead, Phil Scott wonders which way the winds of change will blow.

Happy New Year. Remember? It kicked in last Monday! How’s your head? Weird, isn’t it, how we start the year not with our best foot forward but with our worst hangover? Not me, though. I had to work this New Year’s Day. When your job involves changes of facial expression and remembering words in a certain order, you’ve got to be conscious...