According to MX, the free paper given out to commuters in Brisbane, there’s only 200 000 eligible men that a woman can date in this city. This is apparently disastrous news. I read this some months ago and this weekend, as I pondered my life during the thunderstorm drive from hell, it just occurred to … Continue reading
Driving through a thunderstorm – you’re doing it wrong So, a lot of things freak me out. Planes, bugs, elbow skin, Lee Kernaghan, people that turn up in my stairwell. And driving in the rain. I spent a lovely Easter at the coast with some friends, only to insist on going for an hour-long walk … Continue reading
I just want to state upfront, that the Custard Tart is not my nickname, and don’t think too deeply about that one (seriously… don’t). I’ve had my fair share of nicknames, and that isn’t one of them. Thank God. The Custard Tart is something my dear friend brings up with me whenever I ask for … Continue reading
I was watching Revenge briefly the other night. As I was watching, I wondered, why don’t I like this show more? Why am I not addicted to it like everyone else? Even Mum has seen more of it than me – “Darling, are you watching Revenge tonight?”* No, I can’t be bothered. I can’t follow … Continue reading
Why I love Arnie One of my lovely gentleman callers past (ok, one of the latest in a string of ill-suited, ill-fated – and sometimes just ill – men I dated, but it sounds nicer in Tennessee Williams-speak) told me that it was really strange surprising how much I love Arnold Schwarzenegger. The conversation went … Continue reading
It’s a funny thing, the suburbs. In Brisbane, there’s two things that inspire rabid arguments – State of Origin, and living northside or southside. Recently I’ve noticed a third topic coming up frequently – inner city, or the burbs? Once most of my friends moved northside, we found we lacked, umm, competitive spirit. Either that, … Continue reading
“But law school is for people who are boring, and ugly… and serious. And you button are none of those things.” “You came first runner-up in Miss Hawaiian Tropic – why do you want to throw that all away?” Watching Legally Blonde the other night, I wish my parents had been just like Elle Woods’. … Continue reading
Brisbane really is the little train that could (as I’m writing this, Flood Event 2013 has shut down our rail lines but stay with me). We don’t have the internationality and sophistication of Sydney, nor the food or coffee or general European fabulousness of Melbourne. We don’t have delicious wines or a moniker like Radelaide … Continue reading
Conversation with my best friend prior to attending Brisbane’s latest fancy boutique beer house (or, actually, non-airconditioned warehouse-style inner-city distillery with wicker chairs in this case – but more on that later) led to the usual canvassing of potential outfits. So many things to consider – looking good, but, mainly, trying not to melt in … Continue reading
I’m a nervous flier, and by nervous I mean I’ve seen every single episode of Air Crash Investigation, and I will look at every individual bolt on the plane visible to the naked eye and wonder if it’s the right fit. Despite having paranoid delusions about being in a plane crash, it’s amazing how fellow … Continue reading
