Sadhbh Warren
Sadhbh Warren is an Irish woman who moved to Australia in 2006, on the grounds that it’s sunny, has great food and the pubs open later. Her name is easier to say than spell - it’s pronounced Sive (like five).
Having variously worked as an executive assistant, travelling carnie and one of Santa’s Elves, she finds the best thing about being a freelance travel and humour writer is being able to justify going on holiday as travelling for work and surfing the web as research. She blogs about pop culture, travel and being an accidental mobile disaster area at http://sadhbh.blogspot.com
Articles by Sadhbh Warren
Those who can, do. Those who can’t, take photos
Wondering how to take great holiday snaps? Ben Groundwater has tips from Richard I’Anson, professional photographer and author of Lonely…... Read more
Fat tax useless if overweight is the new average
Think you’re a normal weight? So did I, until I got stuck in lift at 2am. A big group of…... Read more
If it gets me where I’m going, bring on the X-ray scanner
Having survived the recession, swine-flu and my affair with Tiger Woods, it chills me to find out there’s a new…... 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
