It can be odd the ways in which one's mind plays tricks on us. My mind certainly. Today is the 25th anniversary of my arrival in Australia.

I've made no plans which is simultaneously liberating and -- possibly -- the daftest-plan-ever in a long life of Dougie's daft plans.

Not long after you break your neck in three places (in a not-swimming-well-enough accident) people tend to ask a lot of questions.

They do say ... write as if your life depended on it.

The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley,

30 plus degrees outside. A tad warmer inside. I waited because discretion is the better part of ... being a numptie.

I go through the world as I am. For better or worse (and I have plenty of both to call on). Not really my jam (as Craig noted).

The dubious joys of a Canberra winter.

To honour the memory of Sue Salthouse, advocate, leader and mentor to many people.

"People learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart" Mandela

After a long day at the office, Dougie tweets away at the universe. Meanwhile, it's gone out for dinner to a good Indian erestaurant.

The last day in this office. I am not sad to leave and will never look back.

Which matters most -- the journey or the destination? Actually, a skilled mechanic come auto-electrician is crucial to success.

In memory of a great Australian. With thanks to Margaret, Bruce, Ray and Karen for asking me to write this tribute. It was a privileges.

I am part of a review panel considering reforms to Australia's $30 Billion, 535,000 person NDIS. Here's my speech to our first webinar.

I have been appointed with others to the independent panel guiding a year long review of the NDIS. Pleased to be asked. Happy to say yes.

Friends & fearless leaders.

Does a picture paint 1,000 words? Maybe the answer depends on your point of view.

I was born a city boy. And I have grown into a suburban adult, it would seem.

We bade farewell to Stephanie, the cats and the Trullo early. Joe drove us across the 'heel' to Taranto from where our train for Milano...