A blog for my brother – who believes I never go “anywhere f*&%ing nice”
If you want to feel incredibly small and insignificant, Jarrod, as I see it–you have two options. Go stargazing and contemplate the mind boggling extent of the universe, or compare your embarrassingly paltry Instagram likes to those of your 15 year old nephew. The former is definitely healthier and makes for less seething resentment at family catch ups. Last weekend … Continue Reading →
See what I did there, Jarrod? I hope you aren’t expecting more gold puns though. I mean, I would hate to have dangled a big fat carat in front of you… Now. You’d have to agree, when most people think Victorian Goldfields, they think Ballarat–thanks to the tourism juggernaut slash propaganda machine that is Sovereign Hill. And Sovereign Hill is … Continue Reading →
Hello again, Jarrod! You’ll be relieved to know I’m doing activities back on home turf. Yes, in Melbourne again… and I think I’ve found the perfect tour to nudge you out of your comfort zone. Because you’re not really a Meander Around A Shopping Centre Guy, are you? (Before you protest, Bunnings and Total Tools stores don’t count). In fact, I … Continue Reading →