January 2010

Or should that just be cranky?
37°C today, and sticky. Despite having run between 4 and 6km almost every day since new years, my thighs are chaffing.  Speaking of which, want to go for a run but too hot.  Meh.  Caught the train home from the city and everyone at Southern Cross station was annoying, most specifically [...]

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Here I was pissin’ & moanin’ about lousy Melbourne weather during a Sydneysider’s visit, and setting fire to my Marc Jacobs jacket (ok that is still significant), when all the while fabulously famous people on the other side of the world were getting rained on in dresses worth more than my house.  Not to mention [...]

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Dear Melbourne,
Thanks a freaking lot.  No really, it was so great the way you put on splendiferous weather all last week - 27°C on Friday for godssake (the perfect Melbourne temperature), then halved your temperature and pissed down for my Sydney friend’s visit on Sunday.
So how do you suppose I quash the rumour that Sydney is [...]

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While eating my way through the blue mountains and enjoying the superlative company of my friends, the very last thing I expected was to find and purchase the most perfect and covetable example of a 1970’s belle époque dress imaginable.  But I did, in emerald green.  I die. Somewhere between the breakfast table and the [...]

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Alas, the time has come to separate my arse from my beach towel.  Oh terry-toweling, I knew you well.
Truth be told, if it wasn’t for the prompting* from a certain Patsyfox devotee (that’s you Webb), I would still be spending my days in a bikini, promising myself to at least cut out the drinking during [...]

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