Features

These pieces profile makers, creatives, and people building work they believe in—exploring not just what they do, but how they think: the boundaries they set, the challenges they navigate, and what keeps them creatively alive.

  • Throttle (Robbie Bergin) on Music, Watches, and New Ways to Move

    Show me a precocious artist and I'll show you an impatience to create—the youthful impulse to express, to become, to prove, to be seen. 

    For Robbie Bergin (or Throttle as he is better known), that ambition swiftly manifested into everything he wanted: headline shows, global tours, music that moved the masses. The caveat? 'A perpetual state of restlessness'. 

    Once self-diagnosed, then came the question of how to treat it—to cure or feed the restlessness? The answer for the twenty-year-old globetrotting DJ was simple (and the music industry provided the spoon). 

    But what once propelled soon consumed him—such that a global pandemic would turn out to be just what the doctor ordered. Forced to find other outlets, Bergin found new channels for his energy—in tangible things he could buy, fix, sell, build. 

    One such outlet was trading luxury watches with a friend—a hobby that allowed him to use his pragmatism over his profile. The relief of a new path was immediately apparent: 'It's addictive discovering new ways to move in the world.'

    Within a few years, this side-hustle would morph into something unexpected—a luxury watch brand of their own. 

    On paper, it's the perfect parallel to music: tangible over ephemeral, collaborative over solitary, a product separate from his identity. 

    But then, what's that old saying? You can take the boy of the music industry…

    WILL: Paint a picture of your life as a DJ at its most intense to where you are now.

    ROBBIE: There's a real dichotomy in the DJ world. On one hand, there's a lot of sitting at home in the studio, oftentimes alone, totally out of the schedule of everyone else around you. This sometimes lasts weeks, sometimes months. And then it suddenly turns. You're travelling the world for months at a time—long nights, jet lag, living off the pure adrenaline of performing—basically living a rockstar life by all definitions: drinking, different countries, fame and all that comes with it… 

    Always jumping between those two states, it certainly wires you in a particular way. I don't know exactly what the end result is, other than a perpetual state of restlessness. You're always thinking: you're only as good as you're last week, last song… And yet, despite it being such a difference – the chaos and the calm – one is always feeding the other. You're at home thinking, 'God, I just got to do this to get to the next level of success. Then I'll be happy.' And then when you get back on the road, you're thinking, 'God, I wish I could just sleep'... 

    But I think COVID just reset the goal posts for me. I think a lot of people jumped straight back into the grind when it ended. But I had become quite different in my goals and what I wanted. During that period at home with my family, after an intense 4-5 years of touring, that was certainly the clearest access I had to my true self, or to a perspective that aligned with me. Where I could be still enough to say, this is where I wanna take the music, this is where I wanna take the touring…

    And from that forced pause of COVID, were you able to execute your new vision of your career?

    To a degree, I think. I mean, two things happened during Covid. One, I decided I'm only gonna say something if I've got something to say—which turned out to be not a hell of a lot in those years. 

    The second was I bought a house during Covid and I just put everything into that. I was learning how to garden, ripping out the backyard, painting. And that sort of became my album during Covid, where every room was a different song. And that in itself satisfied my creative side. And I probably got more out of it than with music because I was using my hands. I'd also get to the end of the day knowing I'd done the thing I wanted to do, as opposed to with music, which is extraordinarily tough to be so objective about things. There's always this little voice going, is it right? Is it?

    So then take me through to the present. How are you balancing soulful pursuits, like working on your house, and that restlessness, which may be intrinsic to your character?

    I did get back into music post Covid—did some touring, put some music out. In a much different way than before. It was feeding a much different version of myself musically. All the rush was gone. There was no more comparison to my peers, which was such a big part of it when I made music before. It was just a purely artistic pursuit, and has since been that way. And I think music just ebbs and flows. Some days I work towards finishing a project and others I am more enriched by going for a run or thinking of a new business idea. But yeh, it's all a balance...

    There are still those moments of dread. If I had to give examples it could be, if I continued on this path, I could be making this much money, or if I had just pushed a bit harder there, I might be more famous. But those thoughts just aren't helpful. They're just anxiety. There's no truth in them. And I think that's probably just a human experience of anyone who has shifted in life. But I think you just have to follow where your heart is, especially with something like music. No good decisions are made in a state of anxiety, or duress. Period. I think pressure can be good in some form, but a decision informed by nostalgic anxiety, I would call it, is very unhelpful to achieving, well, peace.

    Well let's jump ahead to the current project—the watch. How did it start and what excites you about it?

    So just before Covid I had headlined Webster Hall and bought my first watch to celebrate, with the help of an old friend, Sandy, who was really into luxury watches at the time, and had a side hustle of flipping watches. Then during Covid, while I was thinking about music and the role I wanted it to play in my life, I was able to spend more time with Sandy. And we were just constantly talking about career and business ideas, what our dream car might be—just all those sorts of entrepreneurial chats, for lack of a better word. I also got into trading watches myself, as a hobby really…

    We always said we wanted to do a business together. And then one Monday, about six months ago, I woke up to a text from Sandy saying, 'It's time we had a go at doing a watch.' He'd ordered a few parts from China and was gonna have a go at building a watch. I was in Mexico City at the time, spending a month working on music and just living in a new place. He was in London. He built the watch. We loved it. And then I spent probably the next six weeks in Mexico City iterating every day on different designs, brand names and marketing strategies. And just that became my whole Mexico trip. 

    You've talked about how that restlessness might've served your music career in the early days. But how are those feelings harnessed in your current project, which, while creative, is more collaborative and business oriented?

    I'd always wanted to do a business that was less reliant on my image and my creativity. So, a product, I suppose—something that I didn't have to be as emotionally attached to. So I just latched onto this idea. For one, it was with someone I really liked. And two, it was just this thing you could hold in your hands—there was no emotional second guessing to it, which was so refreshing. In music you're constantly iterating and then you have to front it and be the face of this thing that you've made. So it was just like a breath of fresh air. Identifying problems, solving them, finding the next problem, solving that, be it design, innovation or branding or whatever. And I just found so many more uses for my restlessness than I did with music. Because the music so much over was restlessness going to the song itself. 

    I can see how, when launching a product, restlessness – and maybe we're overusing this word – can be very helpful because there are a million things to work out. But then when it gets to the stage it's at now, does that restlessness still serve you? Or do you have to sort of impose more single-mindedness upon yourself? 

    The relationship with Sandy is that I power the ship and he steers it. I'm very much the restless thinker, which I think is great and important for a business. And he's the one that puts it all together and makes sure we're going the right direction. 

    I think I have a lot of left-over A&R in me. A&R being the people who work at the record levels and who critique the music and get you to send 30 different versions. Music has definitely left a lot of residual tendencies to iterate constantly, which is something I'm trying to shake because I think it's really bad in business. But Sandy has been really good at saying we're going side to side here rather than going forward. But that's the balance we have. I would say I'm iteration, he's the deadline. But it's certainly a work in progress.…

    It's funny, when someone comes to me with a problem, I jump straight into pragmatic, decisive mode, absolutely instantly. And the best advice I've ever given myself has been to copy-paste the advice you give to others. I can see it in real time: I'm helping someone else with something and I realise I could've solved my own problem by using this exact advice. But it is a muscle of not letting yourself get too close to that thing. And almost chasing mistakes as opposed to perfection, as perfectionism the enemy of all progress.

    So you've had to learn to distance yourself from your work?

    I think it really depends on your emotional investment. I think you lose access to intuition when you're extremely emotionally invested in something. Not to say I'm not extremely emotionally invested, but a product is less emotional than music… I think not over-researching, deciding quickly and accessing intuition is key—committing to things early and not outsourcing opinions beyond a very small circle of people. 

    My first manager was sort of that figure for me. And I remember when he left, I was so close to quitting music that I stopped caring about what I put out. And in the space of a week, I sort of became that figure for myself, where I just had so much clarity around everything and just knew what was right every single time. And it was my most productive period ever.  

    It sounds like you haven't killed the restlessness, just redirected it. Is that fair?

    For DJs, we know how exciting that journey from bedroom to main stage is. And you kinda always want to recreate that feeling. The feeling of, I've got this thing that I'm working in my bedroom and the second I put it out to the world it could explode. And for me that is absolutely addicting. And it's the same for the watch too. It's having this little secret and walking around a city and thinking, "No one else knows when I'm about to put out into the world." I think that is really close to start-up culture. It's this childlike excitement that so many people have. And the most successful people I know get just constantly excited by things.

  • A Knitter's Return to Slowness

    On the morning of the interview I had my partner read the questions I prepared for our friend Abby. Take out words like strategy and profit margin, I was told, they are so not her.

    A woolgatherer by nature and name, Abby Keep also personifies a rare strength in our Instagram age—an age of shrewdly marketed identities, of photo or didn't happen.

    We often admire—envy even—those who pursue a slow, solitary art that, if time is indeed money, is fiscally hard to justify. We romanticise these sorts, and the simple life we assign them, without truly appreciating the discipline and self-clarity required for such a way of life.

    Abby discovered the bliss of knitting as a kid, well before her imagination learned restraint. Ever since, the act has been closely tied to losing herself in childlike reveries. This was still the case during her year-12 project, where after threading together all the scrap yarn she could find, she spent every recess and lunchtime in the art room, knitting a full bodysuit with a 10-metre-long arm that also served as a skipping rope. (Talk about unrestrained…)

    When she moved to Melbourne after school, obsession soon became mastery, extraterrestrial jumpsuits became a line of custom chequered vests, and her childhood haven, her castle in the clouds, became a viable business. 

    Was that not the ultimate goal? To win freedom by turning her passion into a dependable source of income? 

    To Abby, freedom means plenty more than emancipation from a 9 to 5—it's the reveries, the drifty thoughts, the 10-metre arm.  

    At the heart of this interview is the story of how she reclaimed that creative freedom.

    MONETISATION & THE MACHINE

    WILL: Can you elaborate on times when the business side of your art made you lose love for knitting?

    ABBY: Yeah, so during COVID, I replaced my part-time job that I lost with knitting, so I was relying on it financially. That was when I was making clothing. I was making vests and, after a couple of years, I got to a point where I was just making things because that's what people were ordering. I didn't feel creative at all. I often said to myself, "I want to make something for myself." But I got caught in the cycle of the quicker you make something, the quicker you get paid.

    When I moved to Paris about two years ago I made that hard decision of not bringing my machine with me. I was also living in like a seven or eight square metre place so there was never room for it. I said to myself, if I'm moving to a different city, I'm going to have a fresh start in my creative life as well. And I just started hand knitting again. And it actually took me a while to get my groove back because for a few years I was knitting so much for other people that I didn't really remember what I liked to create for myself. And I think that only recently, after a couple of years, I'm back to where I was ten years ago, you know, in how I feel more generally about knitting and why I love it and what it gives me.

    TRANSITION FROM CLOTHING TO OBJECTS

    So I guess that both moving to Paris and leaving the machine behind was a symbolic end to the commercial grind of your work. But did it also mark your departure from fashion, your transition into objects?

    For me I find that objects are a lot more intimate. And I'll elaborate on that a bit further because I think there's nothing more intimate than a piece of clothing, being so close to your skin, you know. But I've always made objects, even one of those hideous cactuses I'd made when I was young. But for me, if you buy an object, you're never going to put it in a wardrobe. You're never going to wear it once and then feel suddenly detached from it. You always have it out on display for the world to see, and you're enjoying it all the time.

    Whereas for a piece of clothing, it's just a really toxic environment these days with fast fashion and I just feel like I'm contributing to that, even if I knit something that takes fifty hours to make. I just feel like the way people consume clothing, I don't want to have anything to do with it. I also feel like everyone does a better job than I do, as far as making clothes slowly goes. So I'm going to leave it to them to do, and I'm going to stick with what gives me a little bit more meaning and that's objects.

    WORKING WITH CLIENTS

    One of the things I find most interesting about your craft is your relationship with your audience—which is maybe the wrong word. Every time you're making something, you're making it for one person, which is quite rare in creative fields. How does this impact your relationship with your work?

    I mean, 95% of the time I know the person. And it's cool because they just trust me to make something that they want. And they know that I'm the person who can do it. For me, that trust is really nice, I get to make them something and they're supporting me and what I do. 

    But yeah, I'll always try and grab a coffee with them before or after too. And their reactions are always so sweet. And I never think that it deserves that because I'm just like, can't everyone do this? But, you know, if the product is well-made and thoughtfully created, then it touches the heart of the right person.

    I'm also a big advocate for toys for adults. I have a knitted toy that sleeps here (her chest). I put her in my pyjamas and I know I've slept well when I wake up and she's still there, because I haven't moved that much. And I love when people buy themselves a toy. People think they're just for kids, but I don't think that's the case. Like, why can't we have our little friend? 

    I get it. It's just a place to deposit love. It's a healthy thing. Do you have many adults asking for teddies, and how do you promote it?

    I don't promote it at all. The reason I have my own here is because I needed to make a sample a while back, and I was knitting while watching TV and I put her feet on backwards. I never got around to putting eyes on her either. Now she's like our daughter, her name is Mimolette. She's named after a cheese. But no, I don't advertise things like that about my personal life because who cares? You know. But I also think that's such an Instagram thing for people to glamorise these little like quirks and pass them off as personalities. Whereas I just do what I want and only some people know about it. Like you now.

    PRICING & VALUE

    And like anyone who reads this.
    Now, I want to talk about the commercial side of your work. Maybe in your field more than any other, there seems to be an unseen imbalance between the amount of time and love you put into a project, and how much you can reasonably sell it for. How do you think about this dynamic? And how do you navigate it/talk about it with your clients?

    Yeah, I mean, it's so layered. And something I've always struggled with. If I were to sell the pieces for what they're actually worth, based on an hourly rate, it would be ridiculous. That said, I honestly don't even know how long a piece takes, because I've never sat down and made one thing from start to finish. And I sorta don't really want to know either. Basically, I price it like it's a hobby, not a business. And I have to be really careful about that fine line. I mean, I have a full-time job so I'm fine, but if that changed I wouldn't use knitting as a financial income again. I think I've got pretty good at setting those boundaries.

    BOUNDARIES & BALANCE

    Do you think those boundaries are something you set and have stuck with, or are they always being renegotiated?

    Oh yeah, always renegotiated. But that's why I come back to—as harsh as it is—I need to be really selfish sometimes. But then it's not selfish, it's just a boundary. You know? But for me I'm like, I need to please everyone. And that's why I'm tossing up the idea of a website, so then I can just post my things and people can work within that.

    And would you be open to people saying, look, I see what you've done with these rabbits, but how would you feel about a life-sized marmot? for instance.

    Yes, hundred percent! That's my favourite. It's so refreshing. When someone comes to me with a particular idea, that's like the coolest thing ever. And I also go out of my way to do something special. I wish every job was like that. 

    But that's rarely how it goes. I find people are only creative when given permission to be. They see something that I've made and then they want the exact same thing. I always tell them If you want a different colour or different features to what you see here, be my guest, I can pretty much do anything. But unless they see what you can do, they usually can't envision anything else. And also, if you see something you love, why would you want something different? That's the whole point of a product. I don't resent anyone for that.

    PARIS & PERSONAL GROWTH

    So at the start you talked about how Paris cut the yarn—sorry—of that commercial, uncreative work. Can you think of any other benefits or drawbacks that have come with moving here? And has Paris given you an extra creative oomf in any way?

    I feel more permission to be myself in Paris. And I think because there's so many people doing so many artistic things, there are less eyes on what you're doing, so you just end up doing whatever you want. I also don't know that many people. And so I feel like I just—I just care less, you know? I don't second-guess myself as much, creatively and as a person. I just have an idea and I do it. And, positive or negative, I don't really care what people have to say about it

    CREATIVITY & WELLBEING

    You've spoken about what it means to you, but do you have any opinions on what the role of creativity should be in people's lives? Basically, if you were a kindly dictator, would you mandate that all your citizens have their own creative pursuit?

    I think everyone should have three things in their life—some kind of financial income, a physical outlet, and then a creative outlet. And maybe that could be like bedazzling door handles, but it also could be any hobby that doesn't require you getting money from it. 

    As I've said, if I ever stop knitting, that's when you know things could take a turn. The same goes for running. And I think that's when I'm most creative, when I feel well. But there have been periods in my life where those two things have stopped at once. So they keep me well balanced. Reading too, actually. I could live in a cave and not see anyone for the rest of my life as long as I've got those three things.

  • Molly Reynolds' My Name Is Gulpilil is built around a simple but powerful premise: let David Gulpilil speak for himself. The result is an intimate portrait of one of Australia's most compelling screen presences, told entirely in his own words.

    Molly Reynolds didn't set out to become David Gulpilil's chronicler, but over two decades of collaboration, that's precisely what she became. Through her creative partner Rolf de Heer's films—The Tracker, Ten Canoes, Charlie's Country—Reynolds was there with her own camera, creating companion documentaries that captured not just the filmmaking process, but the man himself. When Gulpilil received a terminal cancer diagnosis in 2017, Reynolds and the legendary actor embarked on what they thought would be his final project: My Name Is Gulpilil. Four years later, with Gulpilil still defying medical expectations, they'd created something remarkable—a film that lets one of Australia's greatest performers tell his own story, in his own way.

    This film emerged from incredibly personal circumstances. Can you walk me through how it began?

    “It came about because David was diagnosed with a seemingly fatal disease that was going to see his demise in about six months’ time; it was widespread stage four lung cancer, with emphysema, just to tip it over. But yes, he defied the odds and was still with us four years later. And at the time, David just wanted to keep working, and this was the best project that could get him the most work — to kinda be, you know, the final story in his life story.”

    And you told it beautifully. Obviously, you’d worked together before, but did he approach you and say ‘Hey, I want to work, and I’d like to do a doco about my life’…

    “It was more organic. When Rolf [De Heer, her partner and producer] and I heard about David’s prognosis, we hightailed it over to Murray Bridge in SA just to see how he was doing. And he said, ‘Brother, Sister, I want to work!’ I joke about it, but in a serious way, that only Rolf would be audacious enough to cast David – a dying man – in a film of his. But I didn’t think the investors would go on that journey with him. And so, David and I had collaborated on Another Country (2015), and wondered, what happens when we do the final story? And David had this great vision of the doco going straight through to his death ceremony, and him returning to country, and everything else like that. And when David was seemingly immortal, we said, ‘David, how about we regroup here, and you take the stage, and finish it sooner rather than later?’”

    That dedication to performance, even facing mortality—how did that shape your approach as a director?

    “Yep. Documentaries tend to form in their own way, but you can always step in the ring with some criteria. Here, one of them was that David was staring down the lens of the camera. And as the director, I knew that I could be really bold in that opening gambit, because David is such a consummate performer. His primary relationship is with the camera.”

    The film moves between memories and reflections in a way that feels very natural, almost stream-of consciousness. How much of that structure was planned versus discovered in editing?

    “I knew that David was going to hold the entire space. Also, when threatened with one’s mortality, you snatch back at life. Memories come to the fore, and there are seemingly random, but ultimately interconnected, thoughts that come with that. I was very keen on that idea of reflecting back on one’s life, but for one’s self. The other thing was that David has had an incredibly surreal life: the highs, the lows, the people he’s met, the things he’s done…I was jelly-bean keen to take that approach. And boy, we were lucky with a lot of the footage! If you spend time in David’s company, you know that he’s quite the storyteller, but one needs the patience…he’ll take a long time. We had 67 shoot days, and most days we did an interview that lasted an hour plus. I learnt to just wait, knowing that David would eventually deliver the goal. I crafted it in the way in which David tells stories, which is sort of, you’re in one place, and then before you know it, you’re in another, and yet, before the story ends, it all makes sense.”

    You mentioned 67 shoot days—that's extraordinary for what you initially thought might be a rushed project.

    “Yes, because we thought he was going, going, gone. And we had allocated 30 shooting days with David, and then an extra week for his death ceremonies, and all that came with that. And so, we raced through it, and David is calling saying, ‘Molly! Molly! When are we working?!’ And this is his documentary, it is his gift to the rest of the world. And so, we just kept shooting which, from my perspective, allowed for such a luxury. With doco, you’re always capturing what’s necessary for what you need for the doco to make sense. And so, we were able to get more and more fantastical with the passing of time. And when we did the interviews, I’d work with [cinematographers] Maxx Corkindale or Miles Rowland, and they’d get ready outside while I went in with David and discussed what I needed to cover and then he would decide which of that he’d run with and how he’d handle it. And then we would get to work.”

    David's producer credit wasn't ceremonial—he had real control over his story. How did you navigate the more difficult chapters of his life together? How much did he embrace plunging into that?

    “David was a producer so that he could ensure that his legacy was as he would like it. And he was very much engaged in all processes. On some of the tough stuff, when he speaks about being a drug addict and alcoholic, I really had to draw him in on that, and explain to him that for the doco to have authenticity, for it to have gravitas, that we had to cover it all. From his cultural perspective, you just don’t talk about the stupid things that you do. But in our world, we do, as it makes us feel much better. And so, once I explained the context of it all, he understood and spoke to it really beautifully, quite poetically even.”

    David speaks in the film about existing between two worlds—Indigenous and white Australia. Did you feel that tension in your working relationship?

    “That’s a really interesting question. David really belongs to no culture anymore, because he has been away from his own culture for so long, and the dominant white-fella culture hasn’t entirely embraced him, as it isn’t evolved enough just yet. But working with David, I never felt that. As when we worked together, he respected me as the director, and he would work hard and professionally. Outside the context of work, I am a female, and I take a different sort of hierarchy; I do admire David in that he transcends that with work.”

    Your documentaries have consistently focused on Indigenous stories. Was this always a conscious direction, or did it evolve through your work with Rolf and David?

    “Well, in many ways, it was a happy accident. It started when Rolf embarked on Ten Canoes (2006), in about 2004. It was a time when multi-platform was very much in vogue – the whole notion of having a feature film, a doco, a website, and how they can be independently connected. And so it began with Twelve Canoes (2009), and those circumstances continued along that line, as when Rolf and David partnered for Charlie’s Country (2013), I thought, ‘Right, there’s so much more that I can do there.’ Out of that came a documentary called Another Country. And so, it grows from there, and it’s almost like it’s a calling.”

    The film reveals the profound cost of David's position between cultures. What did you come to understand about that burden through making this documentary?

    “It came at a great cost. In many ways, it sent him adrift, and he seriously sought solace and ganja, as he calls marijuana. It came at high cost. And now, here he is with a white-fella’s disease, and in order to survive it, he needs white-fella medicine. That’s just not possible if he was to go back to country. And that’s a damning choice to have to make. In fact, it’s not even really a choice. So, yeah, it’s come at great cost.”

These features are part of a project with Barnaby Howarth, host of The Everyday Greatness podcast. I adapted over 100 interviews into feature articles for his upcoming book. This selection showcases the range of themes and voices within the collection.

  • If the footy gods presiding in the late 90s had been a little kinder, and Ryan Fitzgerald became the on-field success he was touted to be, his career probably wouldn’t have reached the heights it has today. For Fitzy – no foreigner to failure – has made a career off the back of his shortcomings.

    When he was drafted by the Sydney Swans in 1998, he thought he was on the path to greatness. Within two years he had graduated from suburban footy to the SANFL, then from the SANFL to the Swans. Continuing on this trajectory, he’d have his own footy card within a year and within three his own mural in Paddington.

    When he kicked 5 on debut in 2000, everything seemed to be going to plan. But within four years Fitzy had suffered three season-ending surgeries; and by 2002, a ruptured ACL saw him call it quits on footy. It was naturally devastating: ‘footy was the only thing I ever thought I was good at’.

    But Fitzy wasted no time wallowing in his failures. In fact, he cashed in on them, sending an audition tape to Big Brother, where he made a joke of his proclivity to fail. With an ambition to eventually make it in the media, appearing on reality TV was something of a career strategy, albeit an unconventional one in the early 2000s.

    When Barnaby and Fitzy were at the Swans together, they played with a cousin of a former B.B. winner. He advised Fitzy on how to stay low and keep out of trouble. And he made a good crack of it, making it into the final four, ultimately losing out to a tradie with plans to propose to his wife—an irresistible story to voters.

    The whole experience was a strange one. People would audition as a personality that often didn’t correspond to their own. The result being a show that presents a warped, manipulated reality. And yet, the cameras are everywhere, and the audience are not as stupid as may they seem, as they have no trouble distinguishing between the frank and the fraudulent.

    So while Fitzy didn’t win the comp (or the $1 million prize) in many ways he was the real winner. His new stardom launched him to the top of celebrity firmament. And eager not to let his fame be a fleeting one, he was quick to accept a role as sports reporter at Nova, in the radio station's inaugural year.

    After establishing himself in Adelaide on the morning show, he was poached by Nova Sydney where he’d host the much cosier 4-6pm window—the second most coveted radio slot in Australia*.* Overjoyed to put the 4am starts behind him, he moved to the Emerald City and swore to never work binman hours again.

    But within 8 months of the Fitzy and Wippa Show, they were asked to take the most coveted slot in the country—the morning drive at Nova. And after a bit of negotiating, Fitzy assumed the role of Australia’s vaccine for the morning crankies.

    However, it won’t come as a surprise to long-time listeners that Fitzy doesn’t measure success in followers or triumphant contract negotiations at his job. Rather, Fitzy’s gold-strike comes in the form of his wife and kids—a corny, throw-away line that invariably produces scepticism, but which, in the case of Ryan Fitzgerald, we know to be sincere.

  • For Matt DeGroot, growing up in a small coastal town, friendships were easy to come by and easy to maintain. Everyone was a three-minute walk/scooter away, while an Xbox and a healthy dose of parental neglect was all you needed for a great night with the boys. But as an adult, Matt knows, maintaining friendships has required a little more effort.

    Matt’s grandfather was a great exponent of the timeless custom of looking someone in the eye and shaking their hand upon the first encounter of the day. It was a custom adopted by his forebears and one which, from an early age, Matt always deemed an essential feature of his friendships.

    In adulthood, he is often compelled to communicate this appreciation in more overt ways (often courtesy of alcohol’s lubricative effects). In the midst or aftermath of a big night out, Matt will unmincingly express his love for his friends either to their face or via text. The idea being to simply remind a mate that they’re cherished. Over time, Matt has endeavoured to turn this drunken custom into a more sober one.

    This is something men have typically struggled with. As work and life have a way of separating us from those we love, words of affirmation become exceedingly important. But it’s not just mates that can benefit from these reminders, but family too.

    Before embarking on her inaugural American tour as a pro golfer, Matt’s younger sister, Emma, offered him a job as her caddy. It was a no-brainer. Matt had always wanted to travel the US and his stale job and dormant love-life meant there was nothing in his way. But this was no holiday.

    It goes without saying that a younger sister as a boss was a major disruption to the natural order of things. To make matters more curly, infused into their relationship was the high intensity environment that comes with professional sport. When she was having a bad day, so was Matt. When Matt offered poor putting advice, his error could be priced at upwards of 5 grand.

    With these errors becoming both too costly and too frequent, Matt was eventually relieved of his caddying services. That said, that seven-month period of high stress strengthened his bond with his sister and provided them with a lifetime of memories which time has since rendered comical.

    Be it to friends, siblings or his wife, Matt recognises that his lifelong endeavour of being a good mate has provided him with a wealth of love in his life.

  • At a glance, Manda Hatter’s CV reads as a woman’s fleet-footed rise to the pinnacle of Australia’s media industry. But as a gay woman, her ascent to self-actualisation, though a much more rewarding climb, was a true slog.

    Manda grew up in both a God-loving and -fearing country town in south-coast NSW. As the organist, her mum soundtracked her weekly visits to church; while her dad, after retiring from his government job, was the lay preacher there. God was a part of the family, like an extra parent, supervising Manda’s every move.

    But after finishing her degree, Manda underwent a quest of self-discovery, one which took her to an overseas missionary base. As planned, she learned things about herself that she couldn’t have accepted back home.

    When she returned to Australia, she came out to a select group of her colleagues at Channel 10, where she was working as a producer. But it seemed she was ‘late to the party’. While she was expecting a resounding embrace, she was instead met with a ‘Yeh, no shit!

    A few years later, she took another leap forward, joining Dykes on Bikes, a global lesbian motorcycle club where the roaring exhausts are an anthem of unapologetic pride and cultural defiance. And yet, even then, Manda was still paranoid about being identified as gay. She wore a mask in the Mardi Gras parade and asked the editors from Channel 10 to delete any footage they took of her.

    This is when she first clued on to the idea of her professional identity compromising her personal identity. She was always careful not to jeopardise her job by coming out to the wrong people. ‘I was in the realm of men… and always worked with and for men—some of whom had made it very clear what they thought of homosexuals.’

    It wasn’t until many years later, in her mid-40s, that Manda finally addressed her double-life head on. It was a decision prompted by a friend’s innocent query, ‘When was the moment you could look in the mirror and finally accept yourself for who you are?’

    It was a confronting question. At work, Manda had always prided herself on her values of integrity and truth. And thus it came as an unwelcome yet necessary epiphany that at no point in her life had she truly been herself.

    Enough was enough. It was time to resume her quest for authenticity, the one she had started but never finished. She became the president of Dykes and Bikes Sydney and started to apply her business principles into its growth—a far cry from her past as a masked participant, 20 years prior.

    When she joined the ABC in 2017 as Head of Operations, Manda founded the ABC Pride Network Employee Group. It is the proudest moment of her career. It was a moment of ‘allowing my professional principles in life to blend with my real authentic life’—something neither she nor the media culture had ever permitted herself to do.

  • Eugene would never forget that immense pride he felt when visiting the Freedom Furniture factory and seeing his own design lined up on the conveyor belt: The Jackson...

    One night after work, Eugene decided to go for a twilight jog. Two laps in, he started feeling lethargic and was breathing heavily. He put this down to poor fitness and tried to push through.

    But the pain got worse and Eugene was soon sitting on the grass, trying to catch his breath. The setting sun was painting the sky pink, the birds were stirring in the trees. It was time to call it a night.

    But as Eugene went to stand up his legs collapsed under him. Panic swarmed. He was back on the grass, only this time he could feel gravity crushing him. The world started to warp around him. His vision fell out of focus. Tingles shot up his arm.

    On the other side of the oval there was a playground. He could make out a mother and daughter, on the swing set. He couldn’t walk, couldn’t yell, so he started crawling.

    The weight of gravity grew. The sounds of the birds were drowned out by a droning hum. All he could see was indistinct shapes, losing colour and form.

    He knew he’d made it to the playground when he felt the wood chips under his stomach. He groaned for help. The mother rushed to him. But she too didn’t have her phone.

    In the distance, a train pulled in from the city. Commuters spilled out and headed to their cars. The mother ran off to ask one for help. The last thing Eurgene remembers was the dial tones of a stranger’s phone.

    His life story was now a split in two: before and after that run. But in between these episodes there were vivid dreams in which he was Eugene, able-bodied, living his everyday life.

    After three weeks of being in a coma, Eugene woke up in a North Shore hospital bed, in a tangle of tubes, one of which was pumping blood from a hole in his skull.

    He remained there for 6 months, after which he was transferred to rehab, where he was told he’d be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life.

    At the time, he was in a four-year relationship. He hated being a burden to his girlfriend. So he resolved to reclaim his independence. But first he had to relearn how to stand, eat, talk and so on. Slowly, he graduated from a wheelchair to a rollator, from a rollator to an A-frame. Today he walks with a stick.

    It was at this milestone, once he could walk again, that his girlfriend upped and left. His desire for independence then shifted towards finding work.

    With all his experience in industrial design, Eugene could no longer draw or build prototypes—his right side was shot. He tried to use his expertise for consulting, but found that no such job existed.

    He went to an agency for disability employment, but found that all the jobs were menial, mindless and had nothing to do with his skillset. Depression soon set in.

    But yet again, confronted with the boundaries of his disability, Eugene decided to transcend them. He went out on his own, starting a movement called Chemisim, an online platform which empowers people with disabilities to achieve freedom through work.

    ‘Think of Chemism like this: in the physical space we can see considerations given to people with disabilities: chair ramps, parking spaces, toilets and so on. Chemism is transposing these things into an intellectual space, creating a metaphorical ramp to make entrepreneurship and self-employment more accessible to people with disabilities.’

    Seeing Chemism take off has given Eugene the same satisfaction as seeing The Jackson on the factory floor, ready for shipment. It’s feedback from the world that what he’s creating is desired and needed by people.

  • ‘Making it’ is a pretty ambiguous concept in any field. In acting, maybe it’s quitting your second job and surviving solely off your craft. Maybe it’s finally landing roles that you’re connected to and that spiritually fulfil. Or maybe – and this one’s kinda the trap – it’s feeling like you’ve become someone, someone who people want to meet or whom companies want to associate with to sell tyres/shoes/stationery.

    Whatever your definition is, in acting, people follow the 10-year rule. Which is to say, an actor should start their journey prepared for 10 years of rejection.

    And so, when Airlie Dodds was cast in a Sydney Theatre Company production at 16, she thought she’d jumped the queue. She thought she’d ‘made it’. She was still in school and had no reason to believe it wouldn’t be easy from there.

    While the show was in itself a remarkable, formative experience, Airlie emerged from it with a warped view of how her career really would turn out. And yet, adjusting to this reality has never deterred her.

    Airlie has learned to view her career as a trajectory, rather than something that will happen to her. Now over 10 years in, her love for her craft has never dwindled, which in itself is a better gift than any. Airlie pursues this career because she has a profound impulse for it, an inner calling. And by keeping her love intact, Airlie has avoided that fame-seeking trap that ensnares so many in the trade.

    For better or worse, many actors will welcome the fusion of their talent and their identity. Whereas binmen, businessmen and bakers alike generally hope their identity transcends their job title.

    For actors, there is thus a tendency to define themselves by what Airlie calls the ‘extrinsic results’. Either way, this is problematic, as an unrecognised actor will often fail to recognise their worth, while I’m sure we’ve all seen the alternative: the successful actor who sincerely believes that their excrement carries the scent of a bouquet.

    For Airlie, being ‘genuine’ is not a strategy employed to find work (although it invariably shines through in her roles), but a way of being which, over time, she has found to be vital to her quality of life.

    ‘In life, anything negative that you do, you have to wear. I think when I was younger, I was bitter when things didn’t come to me, or comparative towards other people. And I had to wear that energy, which I think is quite repellent.’

    Airlie’s path to becoming an actor has made her in many ways a kinder and more introspective human being. And I expect that with her depth of insight, quality work will come her way. Watch this space.

  • Back in 1979, when Waverley Stanley was twelve, a perceptive teacher identified something in him that she thought needed to be harnessed. Along with great sporting and academic promise, Waverley possessed something Ms Bishop called ‘stickability’—a will to persevere, even when the odds were stacked against him.

    In Murgon, a remote Queensland town, Waverley belonged to one of the four indigenous families in the area. He was popular, sporty and a devoted student— qualities which saw him elected by his peers to be school captain.

    Throughout his final year at primary school, Ms Bishop was secretly posting his report cards to the principal of Toowoomba Grammar, advertising her star pupil to the prestigious boarding school. Her persistence landed Waverley an interview, after which he was offered a scholarship to TGS for year 7.

    Ms Bishop would dismiss any thanks or credit Waverley gave her: ‘I just opened the door,’ she’d say. ‘You did the rest.’ But other doors soon flung wide open for Waverley, opportunities that wouldn’t have been possible if he’d continued his education in Murgon. At Toowoomba Grammar he was able to pursue his favourite subjects and sports, while establishing lifelong friendships.

    That said, Waverley was the only indigenous kid at the school. And while the experience was positively life-changing, it was slightly tainted by the fact that other indigenous kids – his six siblings, for instance – weren’t ever afforded the same opportunities.

    Post-school, Waverley pursued a career in education, always maintaining a desire to remedy that discrepancy between blacks and whites. And in the early-mid 2000s, he came up with an answer.

    Along with his wife, Llew, Waverley founded Yalari, a not-for-profit scholarship program designed to give indigenous kids the same opportunities he had. After coming up with the idea, his first task was to call up Ms Bishop, asking her permission to name the scholarships after her. The honour made her cry: ‘Of course.’

    In its 20 years, Yalari has over 500 alumni and over 200 kids currently enrolled. Each week, Waverley and Llew clock up thousands of K’s in their Hyundai Getz, scouring the country for the best scholarship prospects for Australian boarding schools. Besides a desire to learn and excel, stickability remains one of the key criteria.

    When they sit down in the living rooms of prospective scholarship recipients, it’s always their top concern. How do you think you will fare living away from your parents? Or not sharing a room with your siblings? Or being the only black kid in your class?

    Ms Bishop and Waverley were still close up until her recent passing. Not long ago, she came by the Yalari office for lunch with Waverley and told him a little story:

    ‘At the end of your first year at Toowoomba,’ she recounted, ‘the principal gave me a call… He told me, ‘I’m just calling to let you know that we’re accepting Waverley to have a year eight scholarship.’’

    She explained that at the end of every year his scholarship was reviewed by the faculty; and Ms Bishop would receive the call from the principal, always with positive news.

    At the end of year 10, however, she picked up the phone to: ‘I’m sorry Rosemary, we won’t be offering Waverley a year 11 scholarship…’ Her heart plummeted, before he continued: ‘We’ll be offering him a year 11 and 12 scholarship, making him the first indigenous prefect in the history of the school, since 1875.’

    Thanks to the pioneering efforts of Ms Bishop all those years ago, and Waverley’s talent and determination to match, hundreds of Indigenous kids are now getting the same opportunities that he had in his TGS days.

  • A comedian by trade, Andrew Barnett earns his copper by making light of the dark. But when his four-year-old son, Teddy, was diagnosed with leukaemia, the curative value of laughter was put to the ultimate test.

    There is an inherent optimism in comedy: no matter how bleak a subject may be, laughing at it can make it less-so.  And it was this optimism that kept Teddy, his family and even Andrew himself sane throughout Teddy’s debilitating two-year treatment.

    It was almost fifteen years ago now that Andrew ‘fell into’ comedy after losing a bet to a family member. He has since made a name for himself as a Fox Sports panellist who offers comedic relief on various cricket and rugby shows, where he’s affectionately known as Barney.

    On-stage, Andrew plays the everyman—the relaxed, sport-loving, Aussie bloke with a perennial two-week stubble. He is honest about his shortcomings as both a husband and father, which only endears him to his audience.

    But during Teddy’s treatment, Andrew was anything but the fumbling slacker he plays on stage. And if anything, the experience reaffirmed the importance of his role as a comedian, in both his family and society.

    Fortunately for all, Andrew’s immutable optimism was not misplaced—Teddy made a full recovery within two years, permitting him to resume his normal life at six. The treatment had been a two-year slog that started with a tummy ache and a cautious visit to the chemist, and within a week was confirmed as the worst.

    Well, not quite the worst, Andrew maintains. For there was relief to be taken in the fact that it was the most common form of leukaemia. ‘It seems funny now to look back and say that you felt some relief that your kid had a “common” form of cancer. But uncommon is something you never want your kid to be in an oncology ward.’

    The normality that was restored to the Barnett family was enriched with a renewed gratitude. For Teddy, the resumption of knocking about with his older brother, Oscar, was imbued with new meaning after two years in and out of hospital. While for Andrew, his ‘belief in the power of a chuckle’ had never been stronger.

  • Many years ago, in rural China, a humble villager sired 24 offspring from four different wives—marriages he maintained both simultaneously and with little-to-no secrecy.

    Of the 24 children, one migrated to Australia where his family would later become entwined with another family from a village just 20 minutes from their own.

    It was second-gen immigrants, Pauline and Marice, who started their own clan in North Epping, Sydney, uniting two families whose roots spread all the way back to the same hills of Canton.

    While fully immersing themselves in the Australian way of life, in the kitchen Pauline stuck to the traditions of her ancestors. (And can you blame her?)

    Food united the family like nothing else. The children were nightly involved not only in the chopping, dicing, soaking, frying and so on, but the trips to the fishmonger, butcher and Italian greengrocers, where Pauline could tell a good spud from a dud at a glance—wisdom she’d eventually pass on to her kids.

    The children experienced their mother putting on banquets of up to twenty plates for extended family and friends. Traditional dishes usually topped off with Western desserts, a sponge or or even the Aussie crown jewel: The Pav.

    The biggest day for the Kwong’s is Christmas, where today Pauline can often host up to 70 relatives. In the lead-up, Pauline is always commanding her 20-odd sous chefs via text. Of course, she sends her kids around town on errands for the most obscure ingredients—cabbage from this market, a chicken from so-and-so’s rotisserie, what’s-her-name’s homemade chilli sauce…

    Growing up under Pauline Kwong was an education in kindness, compassion but above all culinary excellence. Her best pupil was always Kylie, who many Australians would come to recognise from their TVs, bookshelves or Broadstreet backpages.

    For over 15 years she ran her own restaurant, Billy Kwong, which since its closure has been replaced by Lucky Kwong—named after a stillborn she and her partner, Nell, had in 2012.

    Last year, her contribution to the cooking industry earned her an Order of Australia. Yet still today, she attributes all of her success and inspiration to her mother, Pauline, and the timeless traditions of Canton.

  • A conundrum to begin with: the best way to get to know Alistair Richardson is to have him take his shirt off. However, asking him to remove his shirt without having gotten to know him is a recipe for awkwardness…

    Point being this: indelibly marked into each pec is a tattoo of a Transformer—one a Decepticon, one an Autobot; the former representing the good in life, the latter the not-so.

    The tatts also symbolise two fundamental yet fittingly paradoxical aspects of Richo’s personality. One: he’s unafraid to plunge into profound conversation when called upon. And two (a good companion to one): he doesn’t take himself too seriously.

    For Richo, the domain in which he could always express these two strains of his personality was the footy club. And now, in the twilight of his career, he often finds himself reflecting on how footy not only provided the space to be who he is, but in many ways shaped that person.

    After leaving school and transitioning into adulthood, for many, football becomes the primary organiser of one’s social agenda. Without realising it, the people you spend most time with outside work and family are your teammates—two or three training sessions per week, game day, club functions… It’s only natural that they become your best mates too.

    To Richo, the key to friendship has always been being there. It may sound too easy, but in an age where the majority of our interactions are virtual, the art of ‘showing up’ can sometimes seem an endangered one.

    To Richo, footy also has a strange way of provoking different conversation to the types you’d have in a bar, for instance. There’s something about going down the park for a kick with a mate, a brother, a dad, that invites a guy to open up (in a more wholesome and healthy way than 10 beers might).

    It’s hard to ignore how important football has been in shaping who Richo is. He is an outgoing, friendly bloke who loves a laugh but one who seeks deeper connection with his peers, beyond the banter and beers.

    From an early age, footy encouraged him to cultivate these qualities. Being young and talented, footy asked him to evolve into a better leader, which in itself called upon qualities such as camaraderie, commitment and an open mind.

    Before he knew it, footy had moulded Richo into the man he is. And for that, Richo has every right to be grateful for footy.

  • When being invited onto Everyday Greatness, Cameron was a little reluctant at first. The way he saw it, his experience as a gay man was utterly unextraordinary. But if unextraordinary is spending six years in the closet before coming out (and even then, exiting in a tiptoe) then he’s slightly underselling it.

    ‘Common’ as his experience may be, like every queer coming-of-age story, Cameron’s is not only a tale of awkward anecdotes and deep inner conflict, but it provides a window into our ever-shifting society.

    He first knew he was gay when he was 12. But at that point, being gay is seen as a major inconvenience. So, Cameron did what most gay kids his age, he waited and wished for it to go away.

    By about the age of sixteen, after years of self-delusion, he finally accepted it: he was condemned to the fate of a gay man—whatever that meant. Not long ago, it meant choosing between living a lie or being a social outcast. And still today, in other meridians, the fate of a gay person can be much worse.

    It wasn’t lost on Cameron how ‘lucky and privileged’ he was by comparison. As a gay teen, he was living in inner-city Sydney in the early 2010s, where homosexuality was both familiar and almost universally welcomed, if not celebrated. And even then, it still took Cameron two years before he could tell a best friend at school.

    As besties often do, he and Bridgette shared their own dialect, one in which the word for a gay man was a ‘sprinter’. The etymology of this term has been lost with time, but it was commonly applied to those who’d already come out (or were expected to do so imminently). And so, when Cameron came out to Bridgette he did so boldly declaring, ‘Bridget, I’m a sprinter.’ Which caused some fleeting confusion (for Cameron was, in fact, a track and field man, only one of the long-distance variety). But as he clarified, his declaration was met with an unsurprised nod.

    From there, coming out was still a reticent process. First he told his parents, who kindly feigned surprise and were totally supportive. Then one-by-one, it was telling friends. ‘No one was shocked. It wasn’t groundbreaking information… But some of my other best friends I didn’t tell for years. I think sometimes the closer you are, the harder I found it to tell them.’

    But even after completing this long and awkward rite of coming out, there is plenty of evolving still to do. ‘It’s an ongoing process. At the start you just wanna fit in… But as you get more comfortable, you want to be part of the community more, as the experiences it offers are really wonderful. You want to be involved rather than shunning it.’

    It’s a slow process of expunging the ‘embedded shame’ from one’s youth, something Cameron, and countless others like him, is still working through today.

    He now wonders whether today’s kids, those who are in the same position he was in (an unextraordinary gay teen living in inner-city Sydney, under the roof of two supportive parents), will endure half the struggle he did. But even then, it’ll be a story worth telling.