You see I attended my very first literary awards dinner on Monday night. Big fancy do. In an art gallery. White tablecloths, waiters, TV cameras, a souvenir programme – that sort of thing. I had big plans. Almost none of them came to fruition. Not only did I leave selfie-less, I also neglected to conclude the evening face down in the chocolate fountain at the Langham hotel. Circumstances and Ray Martin intervened, shall we say. But I did bring back something for the pool-room from Melbourne on Tuesday morning. I’m a bit short on time so I’ll leave it at that for now. More details and proper linkage to follow.
I always wanted to have the word WINNER on my wall
Melinda Smith's Mull and Fiddle 
Congratulations on such an achievement … and WoW … it looks like the start of a whole new dimension in your life as a poet!
But you gave a very good speech!
Congratulations – at least you got a selfie with your award. Love the reflection. Congratulations again.
Me and Canberra Airport Arrivals Building ! And thank you for your kind congrats. M