Clementine Ford
Clementine Ford is a freelance writer, broadcaster and troublemaker based in Melbourne. She enjoys cups of tea on stormy summer afternoons, men with beards and the collected works of Nancy Mitford. You can read more of her work at http://www.clementineford.com.au or follow her on Twitter @clementine_ford.
Articles by Clementine Ford
Bali is Paradise Lost for middle-class white people
Life can be very cruel sometimes, particularly when it comes to middle class white people and their admirable struggle to…... Read more
A dear Trevor letter
Dear Trevor Grace, I write to commend you on your candidacy in the upcoming SA state election. For too long,…... Read more
Ladies, please forget that you have a sex drive
Andrew Bolt is concerned. Frankly, he’s quite beside himself. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about with the…... 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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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
