Bathurst!

It gets in your blood.

Don't ask me why. Some people reckon that watching a bunch of petrol heads driving around and around a motor racing circuit all day long is akin to watching the grass grow or the paint dry; they think it's a complete waste of money and effort.

Maybe so, but the sound of those big V8s roaring, the smell of burning rubber and the exhaust fumes, the atmosphere ...

There's nothing quite like Bathurst in that first half of October.

... and death

It's just on 21 years since we said goodbye to my father (Barry Dare "Steelo" Bransdon), who died of bowel cancer on August 23, 1990.

Racism and reconciliation

That dreaded word - reconciliation - popped into my head tonight.