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.
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.
“Am I dying?”
“No, it’s just London.”
“It’s a stress headache, so you should drink your wine.” Forget doctors, see Twiggy for medical advice. Our resident medical expert tops up Paris’s wineglass.
In which you learn more.
All about spring racing, jumpsuits and my restless friends.
Ferris Bueller gives some good advice.
Date: 7 October Location: Supercharger, a whole foods cafe, the slick new Melbourne Emporium. Hoping seaweed, silken tofu and tahini will atone for my sins. Less stretching this week. More […]