Good clean fun

I  took some time out  from my daily schedule of fucking about and did the Manly to North Head Walk with a friend. The walk itself is amazing and although we managed to do only 4 km, it was still a great work out. Fresh crisp ocean air, sunny weather and sweeping vistas of the Sydney city skyline. Highly recommend!

Jean-Paul Cat-tre?

Henri, the existentialist cat:

Montgomery...he's actually kinda ok

Monty’s various painstaking tasks for the day include painting the walls with shit from his litter box, and also creepin’ about at night and molesting people's faces while they're asleep. Now I'm just waiting for him to grow a pair and try the same when I'm awake and lucid.

Anyway,  passive-shit-flinging- aggressiveness aside, Monty actually turns out to be kinda ok. 

Zeta Bar Farmers Market

One Friday ago, I cajoled a few friends into checking out the Farmers Market at the Hilton Hotel roof top bar in Sydney. 

A novel idea - fruits and vegetables strewn around the place akin to, well, a farmers market. Hand-pick your vegetables and spices and then meander on over to the bartender to whip up a drink.           

(My chosen ingredients: a carrot, a kiwi fruit and possibly 0.5 milligrams of roophies.) 

Get bamboozled by smoke, flames and other barman-type sorcery.

Leave a bit dazed and confused, and drinking out of a coconut. 

Another Friday night well spent.

This shit crazy!

Yoga class at 7:00 am in the city today.

Thanks Oprah!

Season 2 of Oprah's Life Class came to an end yesterday. Sadness. If you missed it, you can still  watch all the classes here:  http://www.oprah.com/oprahs-lifeclass/oprahs-lifeclass-classes.html.

Here's hoping she brings Life Class to Sydney for Season 3!

Cute DIY baby shower invitations!

BNO (Brisbane Night Out)

I recently had the pleasure of inviting myself up to Brisbane to visit my sister for the weekend. Whilst there, she and her friends took me to visit  some of Brisbane's finest cultural and iconic landmarks, including 'Hot Gozzip' and 'The Bank' (I ain't going to lie, homegirl loved every sweat filled second of it). 

 Her apartment is right by the city, so I got to walk off the hangover the next day by strolling down to Brisbane River and lying down on a nice patch of grass in front of the Brisbane Eye (is that what you call that thing?). 

 The first two pictures are taken from her apartment showing the Brisbane suburbs skyline on one side and the city skyline on the other.  This first photo is perhaps my favourite - I especially love the fluorescent blue cross on top of the church right in the middle.

Bedroom dresser renovation

Note to the olds: I'm taking this with me when I  get out of this dump.

Things are changin' around here

First, let me begin with an apology. This blog has been devoid of any substance or entertainment for some time now. How a once blank, beautiful canvas of  endless writing potential could degenerate into a blog about blow and boobs is still beyond me. But, it is what it is.

If it is any consolation, I have just had a piece published by the St James Ethics Centre! The article is in relation to Ethics and Feminist Legal Theory (you can find it here http://www.ethics.org.au/ethics-articles/exile-emotion-ethical-theory-and-law). It is completely accessible - meaning, you don't need to have a degree in law  (or in anything, for that matter) to understand it. It is intended as a light and hopefully entertaining opinion piece. So, if substance is what you seek, I invite you to head over there and have a read.

Also, I understand by linking to the article, I am not only 'outing' myself as a feminist, but perhaps worse still, I am no longer posting anonymously. So, there will be a bit of house keeping around here - locking personal posts, writing a professional 'About page' (professional  in this case means not  using the word 'ta-tas'  and 'admitted solicitor in NSW' in the same sentence) and more writing.

I guess it's a solid move in the direction of writing professionally.

So, my dear readers, thank you for your continued reading, please do stay around and together we'll see where this road leads (hopefully that road is not Parramatta Road, and hopefully I'm not pushing a cat in a pram with an assorted collection of plastic bags onto oncoming traffic). As I said, we'll see.

Baking

As it happens, a lot can be done in those fleeting, sober moments that break up the ho-hum of one intoxicating, alcohol-fuelled stupor from the next. 

Like, cooking.Yes, I made these muffins! I did! And just smashed down two with my tea. So baller.