Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.
A lot of the problems I had with fame I was bringing on myself. A lot of self-loathing a lot of woe-is-me. Now I'm learning to see the positive side of things instead of like 'I can't go to Kmart. I can't take my kids to the haunted house.'
