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The argument’s divided over whether the Aussies or Brits are more accustomed to lengthy drives to get to places – sure, in Australia we’ve got vast distance from nearly every point in nearly any direction you care to start. However in England a 100 mile car trip can take 6 hours, depending on traffic and…
England is a country rife with tradition & local custom, which gives rise to some fascinating events – I’ve written before about the tar barrel running in Ottery St Mary before, and alluded to but not gotten around to writing about the cheese rolling race at Coopers Hill in Gloucestershire. In May I was lucky…
It’s probably abundantly clear – because I clearly mentioned it several times – that back in December I was extremely fortunate to be able to get back to my hometown of Adelaide and spend a few weeks there, soaking up the sun and spending time with friends & family. Organising relaxing holidays has never been…
And that, as they say, was the trip. I’m presently parked in the BA lounge at JFK, having been dragged from my 9:00 flight to the 18:00 one. They offered me $800 by way of compensation for my trouble, and by smiling at the lady I managed to wangle a day pass to the lounge…
That was awesome. So good to be back. Thanks to all of y’all: especially Bullfrog, Rebecca, and little Miss Callie.
I got interrupted from my top ten this morning by an airport cab driver who had the gall to arrive early, and my laptop’s currently checked into a baggage hold somewhere so I can’t finish it… So I’m sitting waiting now for my flight to Jackson, Mississippi to board. This’ll be the first time I’ve…
I’m sitting in Aaron & Tanya’s kitchen, writing a blog post while we wait for the satellite TV guy to get his arse back down from the roof so we can jump in the car and go in to check , you’ll all be relieved to know.out what’s goin’ down in Seattle… I arrived here…
September? Yeah, that seems like an appropriate time to write about what we did in January! It was bloody good fun though, as snowboarding always is. This time, off in the frozen north of Sweden, in the town of Åre. Whilst only about half way up the landmass of Sweden, it’s definitely the furthest north…
We went to Paris in May. “We” is the trio of Bruce, Ange & myself. We didn’t all start in the same place – I started in London, and Bruce & Ange started in Agen, the part of the south of France where they live. I got to Paris before they did, so I had…
It’s worth mentioning that I’ve been making various attempts to write this post for months now. You know those tasks that lurk on your To Do list but never seem to be toppled from it? Well, that. It’s now as much about me getting closure on the storytelling experience as it is about you reading…