One of the more annoying legends I had to endure when I grew up was how integral Rottnest Island was to the hearts and minds of all true Western Australians. Located only a few kilometres off the coast from Fremantle and easily visible from the continental shore, it was the mythical holiday island of the state. Tradition was, as far as I could tell, you weren’t a true-blue sandgroper unless you’d been conceived there in a boozy, sandy orgy of debauchery, preferably during the school…
The fairly grand former General Post Office building on the corner of St Georges Terrace and Barrack street, the the exact site of which had once been the original soldier’s barracks for Perth, Western Australia.
Silly names, even sillier hats, a missing Army rifle and a shotgun wedding?
The origins of Taxidermy in Western Australia.
Or why you can’t believe everything you read in the ‘paper… Thankfully…
Investigating the first wife of James Dyson.
So, how do you feel about conspiracy theories?