I can resist everything — except temptation.
This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
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Turn the lights off / Carry me home
It’s the last day of my 20s. The title of this blog has been unashamedly borrowed from Douglas Adams and here I’m going to borrow another of his deliciously pithy phrases: Don’t Panic.
Once upon a time there were 20 little pixies and elves
Sunshine, sunburn and skinny dipping — it was the polo weekend!
The Tinderfairy Godmother: time to swipe, princess
Bibbity bobbity beau?
The tribe has spoken
This week, my clothes were given new homes — some more salubrious than others.
I doubt I’ve worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.
Some helpful tips, from my smug and wise 2014 self, to my 2015 self.
Librans suck at making decisions
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
Man cannot live on canapés and vitamins alone.
Dear Santa, define “good”.
Burned toast
The smell of burned toast and wet food scraps in the sink always reminds me of my time living in Canada.
Jingling, mingling, singling
Of Christmas spirit(s). Oh what fun…
An unsettlingly big place 