On 24 November 1963 my father Jack Spackman was working on The Telegraph in Sydney when he experienced what he described as one of his most exciting moments as a journalist. It was close to deadline […]
Welcome to Radio Baxter, a tribute to the FM tradition of the classic album hour. The only difference is you bring your own music. According to historians and Wikipedia, murder balladeers were the forerunners of […]
The Bolshoi Ballet’s production of Soviet-era The Bright Stream turned out to be anything but a strident celebration of the nobility of labour. Instead it was the lightest, loveliest, funniest work I’ve ever seen. Ideally, […]
When Derek Currie was pulled off the field at Douglas Park one afternoon in Glasgow, the last thing he expected was an offer to play football in Hong Kong. What clinched the deal was the […]
The Spackman residence in Hong Kong didn’t get hot running water in the kitchen until the late 1970s. From 1967, when we first rented the flat in Macdonnell Road, until 1978, when I was packed off […]
Kung Hei Fat Choi! May peace and prosperity be yours, for you and your family, in the Year of the Rat. I’m so unprepared for it that we must forego my usual foray into the […]
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