A Week Long Pub Crawl – Good Beer Week pt 2

It is time to continue with the second leg of what was in effect a monumental pub crawl. Okay, it isn’t necessarily the longest, particularly since you could say that I went on a seven week pub crawl across Europe, but that is another story for another time. Instead we are traveling through the various pubs that I visited during Good Beer Week in May 2017, and the experiences that I underwent, which generally involved drinking some good, and some not so good, craft beers. … More A Week Long Pub Crawl – Good Beer Week pt 2

Para Wirra – My Childhood Stomping Ground

Years ago, back when as they say I was ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ (and I wonder where they actually came up with that saying because grasshoppers are pretty small), I used to be in the Scouts, and before that I was a cub (which is pretty much the same thing but cubs tend to go to primary school while scouts go to high school, or at least they go to junior high). I would suggest that living in Adelaide meant that there was lots of bush where we could go out and wander, but I suspect that that happens to be the case anywhere and everywhere (unless you happen to be in the middle of Los Angeles or some such place, but since I have never been to Los Angeles I can’t really comment). … More Para Wirra – My Childhood Stomping Ground

Back to the Fringe

Actually, I’m not all that sure what possessed me to go back to Adelaide a second time for the purpose of visiting the Fringe because, in the end, I didn’t actually do any real Fringe related activities. Okay, I did visit Gluttony and The Garden of Unearthly Delights, as well as wandering up and down Rundle Mall a couple of times, but I suddenly realised, as I was standing outside The Garden of Unearthly Delights on Thursday Night, that I didn’t actually have any huge desire to actually spend any money going to see a show – and isn’t that what the Fringe is all about? Seeing shows. … More Back to the Fringe

The Night is White

Isn’t it funny how, despite planning on having a quiet weekend at home, something comes along that ends up changing everything. In fact, a part of me is looking forward to a Saturday when I don’t have to step out of the house, though it does tend to come down to a point where I have to go out for a least a little while, even if it is down the street to the really dodgy pub that seems to only cater for gamblers and birthday parties (okay, it also has a bistro and a bottle shop, but the only place I can actually sit with some semblance of comfort is on the stool in the smokers cage outside of the pokies parlor). … More The Night is White

Party in Amsterdam

There is a pretty good reason why I always seem to land up in Amsterdam, however as it turned out the only time I visited a coffeeshop this time was to see if they actually sold coffee. The answer was a short, and rather sharp, no and if I really wanted a coffee there was a Starbucks down the road. The thing is that since I’m in Amsterdam the last place that I wanted to visit to have a coffee was Starbucks – it’s sort of like living in Melbourne and drinking only Hudson’s coffee. … More Party in Amsterdam