What do Kyle Sandilands and a room full of brides-to-be have in common?
At 40,000 feet the other day, I finally fathomed why I'm driven to watch so much Aircrash Investigation. It's a reminder that air travel could be worse than the ordeal it already is.
This week, I've been obsessed with singles and their secrets. But for once, I'm not talking about humans. Instead, think grape and grain.
A backstage look at my heavily Gallic week, and tips on where to find the best of French in Sydney
Now with photos and sometimes even video, my freshly pimped-up blog takes the fun to sea this week with explorer Mike Horn and some Hamilton Island revelry.
At this week's parties, Amy wonders if it's ever possible to become comfortable plunging into the social unknown.
I can report that behind the scenes at Fashion Week there was much to point and laugh at.
For those who can't get enough party action, Amy ushers you behind the scenes for more of her unique take on Sydney's nightlife.
The oddest sight at last Sunday's Easter Yearling Sales was a group of overseas prospective buyers skulking around wearing masks.
Last Tuesday, Tibetans all over the world commemorated the 50th anniversary of their first uprising against Chinese rule, as I wrote in the Sun-Herald last week.
I live close to Kings Cross. Not, oddly enough, because I want to be lulled to sleep by silence, listen to birdsong, take long walks across rolling meadows and escape the madding crowd.
Not long after I first came to Australia from the UK, I interviewed the headmistress of a small rural school who had gone to work despite receiving a snakebite wound that morning. They were understaffed, she explained, and she was needed there.
Despite having acquired an American president who can build his own sentences, the world still appears to be teetering on the brink of a daftness critical mass.
Words alone are not enough to honour a dog. They should be accompanied by treats, tummy rubs, favourite games. But there comes a time when those are no longer possible. For my dog Zach, that day arrived six weeks ago.

Amy Cooper is the Sun-Herald's chief party correspondent. She puts Sydney's social habits under the microscope.
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