Dear Greg,

Dear Greg,

Today Fairfax Australia proposed to cut 125 jobs, which is 1 in 4 current employees. You intend to save 3 billion dollars with these cuts.

My dad is a current employee of Fairfax. My uncle worked for Fairfax for the duration of his career. I have grown up knowing they take their responsibility to ensure Australians are informed, educated and empowered by media very seriously. We sat around kitchen tables with weekend papers, and fought furiously over quizzes. In a blissful time before technology, I remember a time where the newspaper delivered the news (and where we could be free from connection before it arrived). (Disclaimer: Unless the television was on, I’m 31).

Whilst budgets are budgets and finances are finances, I wonder about your sense of responsibility to Australian societies.

Is it the wish of Fairfax media that people disconnect completely from the on goings of the world around them? They they cannot access stories of the world they live in? What about the people who don’t have tablets, or laptops, or mobile phones. Or the people who don’t have broadband or WiFi? People deserve to tell their stories, and people deserve to be told them.

Find your dollars elsewhere Greg, because you’re risking far too much, and a future without good journalism is bleak. And all black. No grey.

Olivia

 

 

 

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Fish stew and red wine

28 April 2017

31 was excellent. The day of turning 31.

There’s a hood in Geelong I don’t really know, but there’s nothing like discovering a hood that’s new. So given it’s the new location of one of my BFF we set about eating and drinking it.

We settled intoΒ Bistro Plume where we shared a new Live Wire Pinot Noir with chicken liver parfait, blue cheese and figs and honey and then fish stew. (Which was a 10/10 and surrounded by fennel and beans and tomato and dill.) A special birthday chocolate fondant with vanilla bean ice cream topped it all off in a very lip smacking kinda way. The blue cheese and honey was especially delicious. I think because the honey was just right.

Richie cooked us all pasta for dinner and we sat around the fire switching quickly between laughing and story telling and snoozing and snuggling. The perfect type of April 27 night.

The gang asked what I would do for 31, I told them I would blog every day. They laughed and thoughtΒ  loudly to themselves “ANOTHER FREAKIN’ BLOG?!” which I could hear.

Just the inspiration I needed…