My body is shot, there’s no two ways about it. 15 years playing a professional sport will do that to you. There are just some things a human isn’t designed to do and one of them is pushing a wheelchair around a tennis court as a job. It will come back to haunt you at some point. The last couple of years that point has arrived. I’m officially being stalked by father time.
Enmore Road, Enmore is ‘totally’ buzzing tonight, the sidewalks are packed with Saturday night revelers, mingling outside restaurants, pubs and cafes. The Enmore Theatre is about to be descended upon by 40 and 50 something’s reliving their 80’s teenage years. It’s the ‘totally 80’s’ gig featuring pop star Martika, Wa Wa Nee, Real Life and a host of others.
Far be it from me to be the wet blanket that covers the Blues victory in the 3rd and meaningless State of Origin game on Wednesday night, but I figured that after my indifference to especially game 3 now was as good a time as any to go on a mini rant. Continue reading Is State of Origin dead?
In my early 30’s my taste buds decided to take me to a new land, a promised land. You could say it’s been a culinary delight. What I didn’t like in my 20’s suddenly became a must have 10 years later. Continue reading I’ve discovered the Finer Things
Time to suit up for the mindless blockbuster. Not my favorite pastime but every now and then you just need a CGI enhanced sketchy plot infused sensory overload.