After my last post about life’s gloomy spells, I thought it would be nice to take a leaf out of Ian Dury’s book and list the things that make me happy. And it is a long list, because I am very, very happy at this point in my life. Continue reading
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