Slight Intermission
Hello! I’ve hit pause on my questionable attempt to remember my round the world trip in 2006, for a couple of reasons. Slightly because the idea of a holiday seems impossible and is making me a bit sad, but also because I’ve got a couple of new projects on the go! Goodnight Mr Addison is…
Chapter 6: North of the Wall.
It was probably a good thing that I jetted off over to the UK one day earlier that I was supposed to. One of my big treats to myself while I was on my little sojourn around the world was five days in Stratford-Upon-Avon, where I would watch five Shakespeare productions in five days. The…
Chapter 5: Dun dun dah dah dun*
*You know what this is, admit it. Oops. This whole weekly recap of a trip I took 15 years ago is going well. Here’s a confession: I don’t actually remember too much about my first visit to New York. Possibly because I was staying with the brother of a friend of my Mother’s in New…
Chapter 4: NOLA. (N-O-L-A, NOLA)
Did that heading sound like Lola by The Kinks? Excellent, my work here is done. When I rolled off the plane in New Orleans, after successfully navigating my way from the hostel in Mexico via a stopover in I wanna say Charlotte, I noticed three things. I was hungover. So. Very. Hungover.I’d never experienced humidity…
Chapter 3: Porque No Las Dos?
***Chapter title has no relevance to the below, and every relevance to the taco ad made famous in the early 2000s in Australia, you’re welcome. If you’re under the age of 25 I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU. You can follow any mad idea that pops into your head without worrying what happens afterwards, because…
Chapter 2: Californiaaaaa (here I commmmmeeee)
Oops. Sorry for the break in transmission there gang. Victoria has gone back into lock-down and I’m not gonna lie, it’s harder this time. In all my daydreaming about travel when I was a kid, I had never once thought about going to America. Everything I knew about America I learned from The Simpsons, The…
Chapter 1: To Deal Or Not To Deal
Picture it! Sicily, 1912! By which I mean Melbourne, 2004! I was but a wee 21 year old trying to put off reality and grown up decisions by doing an honours year writing about adapting Shakespeare into film. This is of course why I work as a travel agent now. I still have my thesis,…
One year later…
Exactly one year ago I watched the last episode of Murder, She Wrote, ending seven years of wildly inaccurate recaps of the exploits of the supreme being that is JB Fletcher. In the twelve months that have passed, I tried really hard to find a replacement TV show but commitment issues, mental health issues and…
Congratulations, you made it to Friday.
If you’re very lucky, you have a friend who understands that frankly you’re weird and that needs to be encouraged. Fortunately I have a lot of friends who encourage my madness, and they send me things like the below and I’m very grateful.
Insomnia and mushrooms
I got my hair done for the first time since the coronapocalypse yesterday. It was also the longest amount of time I spent on public transport, and only the second time I’ve worn jeans. Weird does not even begin to describe it, although I did get accosted by a lady who wanted to chat about…
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