Life and death and the glittery stuff in between…
Sometimes, things move me to the point of tears. Come on, I know you’ve been there – an old European man limps down your street and your heart skips a beat, or…
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Sometimes, things move me to the point of tears. Come on, I know you’ve been there – an old European man limps down your street and your heart skips a beat, or…
(with apologies to Wild Cherry) So here’s the thing, right: I don’t (really) want to use this blog as a platform to complain about people and things – despite the…
I love big cities and, along with JJ, I’ve seen a few and j’adore each of them for different reasons. For example: New York – Where else can you walk…
A little while ago, I wrote about my new toy. Well, I’ve had a tonne of fun with this baby and below are the results so far. This is NOT a…
(with apologies to the late Kurt Cobain) I started taking Lithium just over a week ago, increasing the dose last Friday, and I’m sitting here wondering when, when, when it’s…
Masterchef Australia has really raised the bar in thousand of houses around Australia. Raising it so high that mealtimes can become a mystery box Olympics. Invite me for dinner and I’m…
This is my second home. Unless you count this other one, in which case it’s my third. For the past few years now I’ve been looking, looking for what the…
As one of the many involuntarily childless in the world, I just want to make it very clear that I am not childless because: I hate children; The baby bonus…
This past weekend, JJ and I went up to the Country – hitherto known as the Little Chalet (which is neither little nor a chalet but there are lots of…
JJ and I are fairly far removed from being le family Jones. We try not to keep up. But there is the Dyson vacuum incident, which I won’t go into.…