Matthew Clayfield
Born and raised in Mount Gambier, South Australia, Matthew attended film school on Queensland’s Gold Coast, bummed around for two years in Melbourne, and currently lives in Sydney where he writes news and self-deprecating columns for The Australian. Before he joined the paper in June 2008, his writing appeared in a number of online and print publications, and his films have played at various local and international film festivals. His most recent screenplay was produced in Canada in January 2009. He would like to work as a war correspondent and is currently writing a television series, suggesting that he’s probably suffering from an undiagnosed case of split-personality disorder.
When he is not busy being tired and run-down, Matthew likes complaining about how busy, tired and run-down he is. He dislikes writing about himself in the third person.
Articles by Matthew Clayfield
Postcard from San Francisco: cocktails and suicide spots
Matthew Clayfield is a freelance journalist, critic and screenwriter travelling through the US and Mexico. He is filing weekly postcards…... Read more
Interview: Christopher Hitchens
There is a tendency, in profiles of Christopher Hitchens, for the bestselling atheist and militant author to be defined solely…... Read more
Shed kilos and get bitchin’ abs with existential prose
It has become somewhat fashionable of late to out oneself as a bit of a reader. A self-confessed bookworm. A…... Read more
Animal death toll soars at groovy film festival
I have never seen as many dead animals on screen as I have in the past two weeks. From grasshoppers…... Read more
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Six prominent Aussies with a case of the dreaded “yips”
The yips. It’s an old golf term which refers to golfers who lose the ability to putt. They stand…
The humourless hysteria of the holier-than-thou
In I Spit On Your Grave, a young woman is gang raped in a remote woodland. She is beaten and tortured…
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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
