In honour of the launch of the Popular Pet Show, Angus recalls a diplomatic incident with an over-excited golden retriever.
The National Portrait Gallery mourns the loss of one our most generous benefactors, Robert Oatley AO.
At the end of a summer break one is tempted to say that there is nothing much to report. Isn’t one restful holiday very much like another?
Where do we draw a line between the personal and the historical? Although she died in Melbourne in 1975, when I was not quite eleven years old, I have the vividest memories of my maternal grandmother Helen Borthwick.
This is my last Trumbology before, in a little more than a week from now, I pass to my successor Karen Quinlan the precious baton of the Directorship of the National Portrait Gallery.
