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
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
