Before I came to Sydney, I imagined I would spend Australia Day lounging on a blazing hot beach in my swimmers and novelty cork hat and then getting completely blotto on cheap beer in a seaside pub filled with shirtless Aussie hunks. I did not expect weather akin to that of Glasgow (gloomy grey skies, endless rain) and enforced sobriety due to two types of antibiotics for a severely infected wisdom tooth. Continue reading
Sydney is a city of festivals. Every day, week and month seems to herald a new themed celebration of some kind, be it cycling, Chinese New Year or even tomatoes. Yes, the Sydney Tomato Festival is an actual thing – greenhouse enthusiasts rejoice! From 8th – 26th January, Australia’s most iconic city celebrated itself in a stylish smorgasbord of creative culture that encompassed music, dance, theatre, cabaret and art.
A little meme so you can know me better, man!
It seems we spend our teenage years trying and failing miserably at being ‘grown up’. Think about how many times your mum or dad asked, “Do you need help with that?” And your terse response always included an unnecessary reference to your age, “I can do it myself. I’m seventeen now, not a child.” As though your parents might have the audacity to forget
“Hey Steph, you should come to the Elvis Festival in January, we dress in rockabilly get up, people drive classic cars and there are heaps of Elvises (Elvisii?) everywhere…” Say no more Karen, I’m there. Continue reading
How far a year can take us. Twelve months ago, I was in a menial job, living in a house I hated with people I didn’t much like and involved long-distance with a wanker banker Aussie who, two weeks into 2014, took a sledgehammer to my heart. It wasn’t all bad. I lived in the most beautiful place on earth, partied harder than I had since I was a teenager and enjoyed an amazing
The start of a new year always puts me in a reflective mood. When I think of all the wonderful people I’ve met, the adventures I’ve had and the incredible places I’ve been, I feel exhilarated. I had tough times as well, but 2014 was a very good year. I hope 2015 will be too.
Hello and welcome to Reader, I Didn’t Marry Him: the wit, wisdom and whimsy of a nomadic twenty-something. I’m Steph, 27, from England (Yorkshire born and bred) and currently living in Sydney, where I spend my time pratting about in a manner befitting a teenager and trying to second guess the truly bonkers Australian weather. The score is currently Aussie Weather 2, Steph 1.
The 1st of January typically inspires resolution, a chance to Continue reading