The Toronto Blessing, The Australian, 30 June, 1995.

The Great Water Crisis, The Australian, 27 June, 1995. With Natasha Bita.

French Testing in the Pacific: Human Rights, The Australian, 25 June, 1995.

Left urges tougher line on French tests, The Australian, 26 June, 1995.

My Name is Blah Blah. The Emir. Unfinished book on Journalism and life at The Sydney Morning Herald. Circa 1992.

This is a fragment of a chapter on the Emir of Kuwait and his visit to Sydney, Australia, purportedly to thank the country for its role in the conflict. More pages will be added if found.

It relates to this story here:

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Antartic's icy blast sends coast into deep freeze, The Australian, 22 June, 1995.

Draft of The Story Behind The Outing Story, from the unpublished book My Name Is Blah Blah. Circa 1992.

My Name is Blah Blah. The First. Unfinished book on Journalism and life at The Sydney Morning Herald. Circa 1992.

My Name is Blah Blah. Unfinished Novel on Journalism and life at the Sydney Morning Herald. Circa 1992. 
This was written on an Apple Classic II, one of the very very first home computers to reach the mass market. 
It cost more than a thousand dollars, quite a bit at the time, and was indeed a magical instrument.
I was constantly astonished by what it could do. As far as I, and many others, were concerned, they changed the world.

The Apple Macintosh Classic II (also known as the Performa 200) replaced the Macintosh SE/30 in the compact Macintosh line in 1991. Like the SE/30, the Classic II was powered by a 16 MHz Motorola 68030 CPU and 40 or 80 MB hard disk, but in contrast to its predecessor, it was limited by a 16-bit data bus (the SE/30 had a 32-bit data bus) and a 10 MB memory ceiling.

At the time word processing was in its infancy, and for writers was a completely miraculous technology.
I was working at The Sydney Morning Herald and home a lot in the evenings with my then one and two-year-old. 
Here there are repeated pages and rough drafts of the book, which with a busy life and young children and other chaotic elements, was never completed.
Much of the original draft of the book was eaten by mice.
This chapter, centred around my very first front page, was to be called: Here For The Very First Time.