5 things I didn’t know about booze

Dear Rose,

Last week I had a leave-pass to sneak out at night and do a RSA (Responsible Service of Alcohol) course. I trotted down to the local neighbourhood house in a bid to increase my chances of a part-time job to support my writing. Saucy Bar-maid here I come!saucy

I thought we would learn about not serving drunks mostly (and we did) but there were a few things I didn’t know – which surprised me!  In no particular order they were:

  1. Minors (ie. you!) are allowed to have a glass of alcohol if out to dinner with your parents. Like, wow! This surprised me – but I guess if it’s okay for the French, well…
  2. I learnt what a Jager Bomb is. No, it’s not something out of Star Wars. It’s basically where a shot glass of spirits is dropped into a pot of beer and skulled – yeuch! We then heard a very salutary story about some army personnel who drank countless Jager Bombs at a local bar, staggered out and drove to their deaths!
  3. A standard drink is 100 mls of alcohol. Many establishments serve more than this when pouring a glass of wine – it might be 150ml or 200mls -and there you are thinking you’ve had one glass of wine when you’ve really had two or worse two, when you’ve really had four!wine.jpg
  4. It is illegal to sell to a secondary supplier of alcohol. The very nice, very straight guy who sat next to me, confessed that he had once bought sweet alco drinks for and with his teenage daughter who accompanied him to the bottle shop in her school uniform. This is a huge no-no and can lead to a bottle shop being fined more than $18,000.
  5. Licensed premises are now required by law to serve free water. Ah, when I was a lass going out clubbing in the 80s, I remember being slugged $3 for a bottle of water. You couldn’t fill your glass in the toilets because they only had hot water! The alternative? You kept drinking alcohol!

Luckily, you still shrink away from the smell of alcohol but I guess the day will come where you’ll wanna give it a try. Like all things – it’s good in moderation 🙂

Love you,


Mum xo


How to apply for an Arts Job

Attention struggling artistes! You may not necessarily want it but most of us need a job to support our creative selves. Personally, I’m finding the isolation of writing full-time a real incentive to keep applying for part-time jobs. (Actually, since I wrote this post I’ve decided to study creative writing full-time so job hunting is kind of on-hold for me – but please, don’t let me deter you!) And, of course, if we’re going to work, an arts-related job is the ideal.

Last month, I went to the Wheeler Centre where Writers Victoria director Kate Larsen gave a seminar on this very topic. I’ve summarised her pearls of wisdom here:


Kate Larsen, Director Writers Victoria



Ring them up if there’s a contact person and ask a question. This separates you from the pack. If you don’t have a question, make up a reasonably intelligent question and call anyway. If it’s a small organisation you might even actually speak to the person who will be doing the hiring so you’re getting in early with a chance to make a good impression.

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A thesis on periods – bloody hell!

Hello Dear Readers,

I was lost in outer space on the planet Zoob and hence no blogging – forgive me?


A prize for the reader who finds the planet Zoob 


But now I’m back, with news. Erm, no – publishing contract of my dreams has not fallen into my inbox – BUT I’ve decided to put my nose to the grindstone and return to study. Yep, Honours in Creative Writing. At Deakin. On, wait for it… depictions of menstruation in children’s fiction.

I know – bloody hell, right?

But the thing is, I read an awful lot of children’s literature and do girls of around that age 11-13 – I’m talking character girls here, not real girls – do they menstruate? – virtually never! What does this mean? Are periods too icky to write about? Do they indicate sexual maturation – is that the problem? Because, the thing is, it’s normal and it happens to every girl – sooner or later.

My work-in-progress, provisionally titled Mateless, Dateless and Hairy, is ‘a pubes and all’ take on puberty – and yes, my protagonist will get her period. And it will not be fun or make her part of the gang (thanks Judy Blume) – it will be messy and embarrassing and all the things that we just don’t talk about! So I’ll be talking about that here – a bit – this year. So if blood makes you squeamish, you may need to turn away from time to time but it you like pondering feminist issues – and I believe this is one – stay tuned