“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





24 August 2015


A very happy Leonie Henderson (above) stacked on a blaster party at Clayton, in the Murray Estuary on Lake Alexandrina at the weekend ... Leonie's been a mate since the pre-Cambrian epoch of that famous thirst emporium, The Exeter, 246 Rundle Street ...

Leonie's son, Adam Brandon, drove the sonics and lights, with some able assistance from a few budding laser mavens ... that's his VB, by the way, not hers ...

... the groove grew more abandoned as the outer darkness intensified ... 

... Clayton residents Diane Lewis, a nurse who has worked in some terrible trouble spots around the Earth, whose Dad was a great mate of Max Schubert, and local artist and curator, Annabelle Collett of YaYa studio ... her Dad was a Max buddy too in his day ...

... and here's the author sucking fresh intelligence from the brain of the delightful Lily Bilson while Adam's not looking ... he's her partner and the Dad of their stunning daughter, Audrey ... this photo by Samuel Mulcahy; all others by Philip White

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