A blog for my brother – who believes I never go “anywhere f*&%ing nice”
It’s an understatement to say that this week’s blog excursion elicited some strong reactions from family and friends. I’ve been called everything from ‘really brave’ to ‘batshit crazy’ and warned that I’ll catch pneumonia/ have a heart attack/ wind up with nipples so hard they’ll scratch the paint off my car. Who would have guessed that the prospect of swimming … Continue Reading →
I have my doubts about selling this one to you, Jarrod, given the reactions from other people when I mentioned that I was going caving. They ranged from the confused “I just don’t understand why you’d want to do that, we’ve evolved, Megan, we have everything we need here, above ground. Something like caving is just…well, unnecessary…” to the uncomfortable “Ooh, no. … Continue Reading →
The last couple of weeks I’ve had a few ‘swing and a miss’-es and only a single positive review from you, Jarrod, so I’m hoping to come back hard this week with my report on dinner aboard the Tramcar Restaurant. If you live in Melbourne, odds are high that at some point you have done the budget version of the Tramcar Restaurant, also … Continue Reading →