As the Comedy Festival was coming to a closed I was sitting in a pub with a glass of craft beer in my hand when my eyes fell upon another magazine, this one advertising the program for the next major festival that was to come to Melbourne – Good Beer Week. … More A Week Long Pub Crawl – Good Beer Week pt 1
This would now be my fifth year in Melbourne and after seeing four comedy festivals come and go (and only seeing John Cleese and Eric Idle at the last one) I thought it might be an idea to start participating in some of the events. Well, in participating I simply meant going and seeing some … More Just For Laughs – The Comedy Festival
One of the great things about Europe is that everything is so close. The problem with Australia, and Asia to an extent, is that to get anywhere pretty much requires you to dedicate an entire day. Even a simple trip from Sydney to Melbourne requires more than just the hour and a half on the aeroplane. … More A Rotterdam Stopover
I remember when I was much younger Kings Cross, or at least Darlinghurst Road, seemed much longer. Actually, I still remember the first time I wandered down to Kings Cross. A friend and I had decided we would start a new life in a new city, and we had randomly picked Sydney. Mind you, that … More The Sleazy Side of Sydney
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
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
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
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
Honestly, I’m not really all that sure what he appeal with Victor Harbor actually is. Okay, I have probably been down here more times than I can count, and the place gets pretty packed during the summer. Okay, driving through the town isn’t as bad as it could be, and certainly isn’t like driving through a European City (I hate driving through European cities, but that has more to do with not knowing where I am going and not being able to refer to Google Maps while I am driv … More Victor Harbor – The Seaside Playground
One thing that really annoys me is when my pen runs out and I don’t have a spare one to operate with. The reason I open this post with that statement is because this is what happened when I sat down at the back of this rather full church. You see, when I go into a church I like to take notes – some pastors encourage that because it helps us remember what was taught, but for me it is more of a hangover from my university days – I really can’t sit in a lecture and not take notes, namely because if I did then I would simply lose focus and drift off into my own little world. … More The Great White Church
Sarkology Travels 