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
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
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
