I know who I'd like to have by my side when the Pommes Gratin are down. Also love the hotel's (read: pub's) name. Sounds like the drinking hole's shingle ought to have my mug on it. I'd be proud to... Reminds me of one of the first things my biological mother told me when we … Continue reading This is Australia
One of the reasons I've been finding things so tough, even on top of the YOPD, is that I don't really fit the mould. Never have, not any mould... After another long but ultimately good day I found myself prostrate on the Queensize at around 2am, having somehow dragged my trusted Chromebook and Pixel phone … Continue reading Discover your mould, mould it to your liking or smash it Hoppa-style and reassemble at leisure
Being au fait with the inner workings of news media, I tend to enjoy the reactions of others as they have their buttons are pressed without even realising it. It's actually fun being able to see this crafty process from both angles, as if my eyes can straddle both sides of a magical two-way looking … Continue reading The truth lies somewhere in the middle?