Twelve months ago, or thereabouts, I was staying at a youth hostel in Stockholm.
It was there I met a bloke called Edward.
We had three or four days … Read the rest “Twelve Month Catchup”
Twelve months ago, or thereabouts, I was staying at a youth hostel in Stockholm.
It was there I met a bloke called Edward.
We had three or four days … Read the rest “Twelve Month Catchup”
Twelve months ago tonight I was preparing to head off to Pride Park in Stockholm for Schlager Night.
I’d heard about the annual celebration of all things Eurovision and … Read the rest “Schlager Thursday”
“This is the best haloumi I’ve ever tasted”, my friend Michaela said to one of the co-owners of Yulli’s, one of my favourite local bars.
And she wasn’t bull-shitting. … Read the rest “Haloumi Wednesday”
I wondered for just a brief moment tonight if I should be concerned that I’ve just had dinner two nights in a row at Opera Bar.
Last night I went … Read the rest “Judith Lucy”
“My God, I hope we don’t end up over the bridge again”, I whispered in Colin’s ear as we caught the shuttle bus from the Opera House to The Argyle … Read the rest “Helpmann Awards”
After today’s movie screening, I wandered around looking for lunch somewhere.
At first I settled on The Captain Cook, which is now run by a couple of former staff from … Read the rest “Sunday Roast”