Mickey Randall went back to his home town of Kapunda where the Kapunda Cricket Club was celebrating its sesquicentenary. This is a brilliant weaving of past and present. Vintage Randall!
Leaving no stone unturned, Mickey Randall rolls through some classic Rolling Stones albums.
Mickey Randall finds the perfect inspiration for a story in “Drifters,” Bruce Dawe’s timeless poem.
“If KFC was available at Adelaide Oval I’d buy thirty-eight pieces, inhale them and wipe the grease through the hair of my loved ones.” Just one of a number of cracking lines in Mickey Randall’s account of Adelaide’s New Year’s Eve Big Bash. [Again Mickey, you’ve gone early with noms for Line of the Year – my other fave is the dig at the selectors. JTH]
Having first been introduced to Radiohead through their seminal salute to modern alienation, OK Computer, Mickey Randall embraces the musical pilgrimage and feels there remains plenty for them to ponder.
Mickey Randall reminisces about the many wonders of his standing world globe, and the simple joys that come hand-in-hand with it.
It was 1998 again, last weekend in Tanunda. What Mickey Randall’s sayin’ is true.
Mickey Randall continues his observations of The World. This time he and ‘the wife’ are in Wales where, says Mickey, there’s one castle per resident. Lots of literary reminders and some interesting images.
British Sausage Week is over for another year. Mickey Randall with a rollicking tale of sausage in cider. Sort of.
Mickey Randall and family are in Iceland where sheer difference alerts visitors to the notion that culture ic culture and there are places in the world which remain distinctively their own. Oh, and he survives (imagined) par-boiling in a geyser. [So very Icelandic Mickey – JTH]
“And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time..”
Mickey Randall on a magnificent song of hope and love; Glen Campbell with Jimmy Webb’s Wichita Lineman.
Mickey Randall and old friends resume their annual ritual of heading to the Clare Valley north of Adelaide for the AFL Grand Final where they are again drawn in by the picturesque countryside, the welcoming pubs and the Western Bulldogs.
A beautifully-written memoir from Mickey Randall describes one of many early-morning runs with his mate Bob along the stunning South Esplanade of Glenelg.
Mickey Randall offers an alternative to the cult of personality in the conversation around Almanac Cover nominations.
Mickey Randall can take a tiny amount of comfort from the coincidence that Jonathan Giles is a Kapunda boy, although Mickey is not from a parsonage himself. It was a flogging at the Adelaide Oval as the sombre tone suggested as the congregation walked away. A fine night for Eagles fans and Dennis Cometti appreciaters.
While Mickey Randall’s own music career was fleeting, once he found jazz he found a love that was enduring. From his youth in Kapunda, his Mum & Dad’s jazz records showed him there was a bigger world out there to visit.
Mickey struggles with a lack of narrative and settles on a collection of metaphors as the Crows wallop the Dons. And wrong, Mickey, the couple were from Wembley.
Mickey Randall has been at sea. With a big and growing cast, including Billy and including Bev. New experiences cloaked in old, new locations forever now a part of life’s tapestry. “Isn’t this what people should do? With love, drape their stories upon an innocent geography…”
Thursdays? What is a Thursday? And what happened on this chilly Thursday? Crow Mickey Randall reports on his side’s strong performance at the Adelaide Oval.