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. Continue reading “When Harry Met Ted”
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. Continue reading “What’s New, York?”
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. Continue reading “Week 25 & 26 – Groove is in the Heart”
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. Continue reading “Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone”
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. Continue reading “Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days”
Conversation with a flight attendant on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi:
“Something to drink sir?”
“Wine?”
“I’m afraid it’s just water or juice at this time”
“…wine is a kind of juice” Continue reading “Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30”
Overheard at Edinburgh Castle:
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. Continue reading “Week 18 – Marble the Revolution”
Steph visiting was like a fresh perspective of my mental state. It went from “I’m doing great being alone this is fine” to, “I met a chicken today she seems cool” to, “I made friends with this chicken she is all I have we braided our hair and swapped secrets and I love her” to “a human friend came and we ate my other friend” to “I hope I don’t meet anyone else this could get weird”. Continue reading “Week 17 – In One Year & Out the Other”
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days, since I’ve seen the outside of this tower. Not really, but if I can’t work a Sinéad O’Connor lyric in somehow then what is anything even about. It rained for five days straight rendering my daily walks impossible. I tried going out with a raincoat but it was so unpleasant and when I got back things took so long to dry it just wasn’t worth it. So I locked myself in to wait it out, daring the skies to maintain their bad mood. Continue reading “Week 16 – Imprisonment, Freedom, a Blonde Knight & a Very Buon Natale”
Actually, Harry 