Melbourne Writers Festival diary 2009 part six: like a mother to a son

'We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.' - Alex, A Clockwork Orange (film version). I slept in and I'm running late for things but I would never forget about ye, droogs. Wednesday night I hosted cocktails at Match Bar in the city. We … Continue reading Melbourne Writers Festival diary 2009 part six: like a mother to a son