Living in a seedy youth hostel in Sydney Australia the 1980s, the author visits the labour exchange and finds work making soap and boxes.

I have frequently heard it said that some parents flounder when their children leave home and redirect their affection to dogs.

I decided early on that the world was a terrible place. Oh yes, it was beautiful, marvelous and mysterious, but it was also terrible.

In the late afternoon on a sunny day in 1966 my ride from Paris dropped me off on the outskirts of Venice

In 1975, my family emigrated from England to Australia. I escaped from a cold, dank, inner-city London to the bright sunshine of Perth.

About a year ago, I had the pleasure of forming the first ever girls boxing club in Luxor. It was somewhat revolutionary, no exaggeration.