How Melbourne Looks From The 27th Floor

(Forgive my hands having a ‘Titanic’ moment against the glass!) In a word: beautiful.

Slow Night That Must Be Watched Away*

It’s always been the way: you drink, you fall asleep, catching the zzz’s as blissfully as the green sheep by his bush, only to wake up an hour later really awake. As you lay there a rat trap goes off suddenly in the roof and you think, that’s it, I’m getting up. It’s what I…

Delusions of Grandeur

This is Adam’s nameplate at work. I like it.