Actually, Harry

Ramblings of an average nobody

Ever After: A Cinderella Story starring Drew Barrymore – How More Barry Drew a Story of a Cinder Loving Fella After Ever

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The world is a crumbling piece of shit and there’s already so much said on that matter, so here I am to rant about Ever-fucking-After. It’s a hammy romp through the countryside. It’s a political take on aristocracy. It’s a genuinely funny romantic comedy. It’s a French countryside wonder to behold. It’s a fairy tale. It’s a feminist masterpiece. It has so many elements going for it that it shouldn’t work but it fucking does and I don’t give a shit who disagrees with me. Read the rest of this entry »

Ramblings of an Isolated Nobody

92575620_2501410820172694_1195256919934107648_nUnder the eye of Covidia I am a walking hospo corpse, and this is my story.

I’ve decided to take this time to enhance my sewing skills. Online tutorials are a great way to learn the basics, but until the little fucker puts the fucking lotion the fucking skin I’m at a complete standstill. Read the rest of this entry »

When Harry Met Ted

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Today I went to check out a gallery by recommendation of a friend, a gallery that wasn’t even on my radar that I could easily have bypassed in the fray of Pride events happening at the moment, which now is unfathomable to me considering what I encountered there. Read the rest of this entry »

What’s New, York?

Flying into New York always comes with a familiar sense of returning to a place that feels like home and in the most bizarre ways. Like when I step off the Air Train into the fray I get slapped with the resident smells of the city – if New York had a cologne it would be a mix of trash, laundry, pizza and dreams, both shattered and bourgeoning – and immediately feel at ease. Like slipping into a great pair of shorts I haven’t worn in a while but always feel so good on my balls. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 25 & 26 – Groove is in the Heart


There are almost no buses that ran north along the coast, and what was left was full, so I hitched a ride with my Mum up to Brisbane. I found an old mixed cd I had made when I was a teenager entitled “Groovin Fun Times”, which surprisingly held up to its name. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone


The train from Melbourne to Sydney is 12 hours long, and if anyone ever wanted a front row seat to deep Australian culture, I cannot recommend it enough. There’s no wifi or power points, so at some stage, you just have to sit and watch the shit unfold. Read the rest of this entry »

Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days


One afternoon I coughed up a piece of toast I had had for breakfast, which was very convenient because I hadn’t yet had lunch. Even my body is getting in on being thrifty.  Read the rest of this entry »

Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30


Conversation with a flight attendant on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi:

“Something to drink sir?”


“I’m afraid it’s just water or juice at this time”

“…wine is a kind of juice” Read the rest of this entry »

Week 19 – They Called My Name


Overheard at Edinburgh Castle:

  • “Well, this is an old building isn’t it?”
  • “Oh, I thought it said dragon”, when perusing the Museum of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards
  • “It’s bigger than my dorm”, referring to the military solitary confinement cells

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Week 18 – Marble the Revolution


The first day of 2018 was spent pretty much as any other – hungover on a couch watching a movie, nestled between two snuggling couples on either side of me, hugging empty pizza boxes. All was well with the world. Read the rest of this entry »