Bonjour! OK I’ve got my French greeting sorted out now, sorry to all of you whom picked up that most glaring error in the first word of my first blog post… Uagh! Well, the first thing of note after settling into my hotel room, was that I realised I’ve forgotten all of my socks. 5…
View MoreBonjorno! (said in the most blatant Aussie ‘strine possible) Well I’m alive and kicking in Paris, and I’ve gotta say, day one of the trip is going pretty bloody well. This morning I was up at sparrow’s fart to finish loading my gear onto my bike. Have only had about 4 hours sleep, and bugger…
View MoreForeign Correspondent’s 30 for 30 is my quest to cycle from London, UK to Alexandria, Egypt – via Scandinavia – visiting at least thirty different countries. Along the way, I will hit the big 3.0. and celebrate it in style.
View MoreCome on beer drinkers all over Australia, pick up your game. What do I read when I get into work this morning? Beer drinking in Australia hits 1950’s levels Mind you, I agree with some of the comments about the beer prices. Is it really over $4 for a schooner at Northies these days? That’s…
View MoreSometimes it’s those little touches that makes the big difference. Therefore something needs to be said about the pedestrian crossings in the centre of Pamplona. Now I’m not sure if this is an everyday feature, or a gimmick that the Spaniards put on just for the duration of the San Fermin Festival. Regardless, it’s absolutely…
View MoreLet it be known to all members, I now have written advice which confirms my long held suspicion; that despite being approximately 15,443 kilometres from Cronulla Beach, this is still apparently no excuse to escape my responsibilities to Cronulla Surf Life Saving Club.
View MoreThe Stewards Enclosure sticks to its traditions of no entry unless you are wearing your jacket and tie, women’s dresses below the knee, and if you’re caught using a mobile phone, they boot you out! Going into here is like watching an upper-class car crash. Everyone gets absolutely hammered on Pimms and Champagne while watching the match racing from the shoreline, literally 3-4 metres from the action on the river.
View MoreWotcha Cronulla! Some of you may not have heard from me in a while (I can hear the collective sighs from London!) so I thought I’d take up Madam Hon. Secretary’s offer of providing a report from ol’ blighty where I’m currently holed up. (edit – yes, this article has been published in the Cronulla…
View MoreI had not been sober for 5 days, and was also starting to get a bit of willy chaffing from the constant rubbing on my kilt (authentic Bruce clan tartan of course). But mainly it was the whiskey, which I was mixing with some Scottish concoction called Irn Bru, and drinking it like it was going out of style.
View MoreToday I had the most unbelievable experience. I actually washed the dishes simply because it was a good excuse to plunge my numb hands into hot water.
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