State of Origin It’s no secret that I’ve wanted to move to Sydney for a long time. Moving to Brisbane when I was four years old and had no choice in the matter has long been the thorn in my side. Now that I’m here, it’s tempting to put on the rose-coloured glasses for Queensland. … Continue reading
A while back, I wrote a post about Beer Houses, the fast-spreading virus of the watering hole world. A love-hate relationship was contained within that post. Hate the hipsterness, hate the pretentiousness, love the decor (metal and timber) and most importantly, I developed a love of the beer. And the beer developed a love for … Continue reading
My friend Anastacia Beaverhausen* always said exercise was dangerous. And now I know she’s right. In an effort to detox** during the week and stop socially drinking so much, I agreed to the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Stupider than every man I’ve ever dated. Stupider than the time I ate the custard tarts. … Continue reading
It’s no word of a lie. I’m sarcastic about a lot of things, but when the budget was handed down, I had the joy of watching vitriol about Julia Gillard scroll all the way down my Facebook news feed from a few people expressing their opinion. Politics aside (hey, I’m single with no dependents paying … Continue reading
So, April was a super busy month. I was lucky to enjoy a visit from my mum, who I only see a couple of times a year. A stay with her usually inspires a few cracker conversations. While she lives on the beach in New South Wales (with my Dad), she loves to travel to … Continue reading
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
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
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
Even when you’re not actually in a relationship. “How’s your personal trainer going?” I asked a social acquaintance over lunch, remembering from our prior meeting that said acquaintance had more interest in the ‘personal’ than the ‘training’ part of the arrangement. “Did you ask him out for coffee in the end?” She sighed and said, … Continue reading
