Ten per cent, 20%, 25%? If you’ve made a cashless payment at a cafe or pub lately there’s a reasonable chance you’ve been prompted to tip. Isabella Lee looks into the arrival of US-style tip requests and where that money really goes
Walk with Judith Lucy: ‘I’m a bit over getting so much material out of my life’
The moment I knew: For Valentine’s Day he gave me a heart covered in fake blood. I was appalled – and thrilled
Leading questions: ‘I’m in my late 60s and in a situationship with a man I really like. I want more but I’m scared of losing him’
Supermarket mustard taste test: The most intense is ‘an excellent torture device’
What to watch | Does Australia need another small-town crime drama? Probably not. But if we must have one, at least it’s the “rock-solid, socially conscientious” Dustfall, starring Anna Torv. Out Sundays on ABC and available to stream on iview.
What to read | The internet’s poet laureate, Patricia Lockwood, is back after a decade spent mostly writing prose. Agate Head/Stone Soup is spikier than some of her previous works but it’s still funny, devastating and relentlessly weird.
What to play | Sophia Stel’s hazy electro-pop comfortably traverses both clubs and mornings after. Her new record’s title, The Greatest Album of All Time, might be tongue in cheek but it’s certainly a worthy ambition for a rising star. Speaking of greatest albums, Fontaines DC’s latest, Dopamine Chamber, earned a five-star rave from our critic Laura Snapes. “In the midst of headlines about AI destroying humanity, the idea of listening to music submerged in precisely this shade of doom might sound like, well, hell,” she writes, but: “If anyone can thread that poisoned needle, it’s Fontaines DC.”
What to cook | Cabbage is still having a moment at fancy restaurants abroad, and locally its affordable and abundant. Alice Zaslavsky’s clever one-pot unrolled cabbage “rolls” are more quick and easy than hard and cheffy; with impressive end results.
What to book | Paddington the Musical is coming to Sydney next year and the ticket waitlist just opened. When I saw it in London, I cried in the queue into the theatre because they had countdown clocks, like on a train platform, which made me think about that little bear on his own at the station. Then I got into the theatre and continued to cry until intermission. During the second act, would you believe, I cried the whole way through? Then at the end, I cried. Steph Harmon