Dingo Story
G’day, I’m Ed — ex–TV producer turned tour guide, history obsessive, and the troublemaker behind Dingo Tales Sydney.
For years I worked behind the camera, shaping stories for television. But Sydney’s streets? They’ve got better scripts than any writers’ room. Convicts plotting escapes, governors drunk on power (and rum), razor queens ruling the underworld, riots, rebellions, sly grog shops and dodgy cops — it’s pure drama, and it’s all true.
So I swapped deadlines for laneways, studios for sandstone, and started telling the stories that never made the “official” history books. Out here, history isn’t polite — it’s gritty, cheeky, and often hilarious. And that’s exactly how I tell it.
The Dingo? He’s my spirit animal. A little dangerous, a lot mischievous, always wagging his tail while sniffing out the best stories. Together, we’ll take you through Sydney’s wild past with a wink, a laugh, and maybe a schooner or two.
G’day, I’m Ed — ex–TV producer turned tour guide, history obsessive, and the troublemaker behind Dingo Tales Sydney.
For years I worked behind the camera, shaping stories for television. But Sydney’s streets? They’ve got better scripts than any writers’ room. Convicts plotting escapes, governors drunk on power (and rum), razor queens ruling the underworld, riots, rebellions, sly grog shops and dodgy cops — it’s pure drama, and it’s all true.
So I swapped deadlines for laneways, studios for sandstone, and started telling the stories that never made the “official” history books. Out here, history isn’t polite — it’s gritty, cheeky, and often hilarious. And that’s exactly how I tell it.
The Dingo? He’s my spirit animal. A little dangerous, a lot mischievous, always wagging his tail while sniffing out the best stories. Together, we’ll take you through Sydney’s wild past with a wink, a laugh, and maybe a schooner or two.
G’day, I’m Ed — ex–TV producer turned tour guide, history obsessive, and the troublemaker behind Dingo Tales Sydney.
For years I worked behind the camera, shaping stories for television. But Sydney’s streets? They’ve got better scripts than any writers’ room. Convicts plotting escapes, governors drunk on power (and rum), razor queens ruling the underworld, riots, rebellions, sly grog shops and dodgy cops — it’s pure drama, and it’s all true.
So I swapped deadlines for laneways, studios for sandstone, and started telling the stories that never made the “official” history books. Out here, history isn’t polite — it’s gritty, cheeky, and often hilarious. And that’s exactly how I tell it.
The Dingo? He’s my spirit animal. A little dangerous, a lot mischievous, always wagging his tail while sniffing out the best stories. Together, we’ll take you through Sydney’s wild past with a wink, a laugh, and maybe a schooner or two.
