Claire Struthers
Claire was a production journalist on the London Evening Standard and finally ran away to Australia in 2006.
She was the first female cricket commentator on British radio back in the 80s, mainly because it was World Cup Final day and nobody else wanted to cover Surrey v Northamptonshire.
She has also lived in Chicago and Johannesburg but is delighted to call Australia home, together with two adult sons and a 10-year-old daughter.
Articles by Claire Struthers
Forget taxing road warriors, no matter how obnoxious
YOU’RE standing at a city pedestrian crossing, with cars backed up on either side of the lights. Your “walk” light…... Read more
Why are we giving our kids names fit for puppies
Lucy and Gemma, two pretty little girls, live across the road from me. While walking on the beach, I regularly…... Read more
Why I hate Hannah Montana
Hannah Montana. The very name is enough to chill the heart of any parent desperate to dodge the scourge of…... Read more
When the sea change hits a sand bar
This cannot be happening, I thought as I filled in Centrelink’s Newstart application form. How could I have sunk this…... Read more
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Would you kill for a job?
Who would work in an abattoir? Most of us have done jobs we didn’t want to do because we needed…
Friday Dilemma: child cruelty or harmless fun?
Parenting. It’s the new oneupmanship. Ah, how quaint the days now seem when parents could raise…
Hipsters with hip replacements
Someone once told me that when people reach a certain age they begin dressing in the manner they did…
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choice ringside rantings
From: Punch on: Open thread 09/02/2012
marley says:
I'm one of the older ones, so I've certainly seen a few changes in my time. When I started school I learned to write with a nib pen, dipped in an inkwell (no, I'm not kidding). My mother became a dab hand at getting inkstains out of my clothes. Flicking ink at one another in the classroom was an essential… [read more]From: I’d rather have a piece of toast than listen to crap lyrics
Erick says:
Led Zeppelin are responsible for my all-time favourite mixed metaphor: "There you sit, sit and stare, like a book on a shelf rusting." (Misty Mountain Hop) I laugh every time I hear it. Hmmm, I believe I've decided what to play on the way to work today. [read more]Gentle jabs to the ribs
No wuckin forries. These nuckin futs are tuckin fops
Well, puck me with a fitchfork. The F-word is apparently an acceptable part of Australian speech. That’s… Read more
