Heading South
Catching the train home from Cronulla on a Sunday night is quite an experience.
First, it was cold. Bloody cold. And although I had sloppy-joe style jacket, it wasn’t really … Read the rest “Heading South”
Catching the train home from Cronulla on a Sunday night is quite an experience.
First, it was cold. Bloody cold. And although I had sloppy-joe style jacket, it wasn’t really … Read the rest “Heading South”
After today’s movie screening, I wandered around looking for lunch somewhere.
At first I settled on The Captain Cook, which is now run by a couple of former staff from … Read the rest “Sunday Roast”
A couple of months ago, you might recall, I took the afternoon off and went for lunch with some friends at Machiavelli’s.
It was a really lovely experience, though … Read the rest “Friday Lunch”
Aside from the parking ticket which Damo discovered on his windscreen, we had a really great night together chatting about this, that and the other.
Well, travel mostly. As Damo … Read the rest “Thursday Thai”
“It must be really nice to go out for lunch mid-week”, the taxi driver said to me when I told him where I was going today. “A rare treat”, I … Read the rest “Lunchtime at Becasse”
“What does MIA stand for?” asked the host for tonight’s wine tasting.
While those who watch too much American television might have instantly offered “missing in action”, I responded with … Read the rest “Plonk Tuesday”