This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
Ferris Bueller gives some good advice.
Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnn. Manatary splashes in.
Date: 31 August Location: Pastuso, this neat new Peruvian place on ACDC Lane, named after Paddington Bear. I had such a great education. My parents are both scientists and encouraged […]