I've been as sick as the proverbial dog since getting back from Sri Lanka (who'd think that three months of drinking and making sexies with women of ill repute would have such a negative impact on my health?), so I decided to celebrate my first healthy day in three weeks by going bush. I packed … Continue reading The triumphant return of The Naked Luchador
I was never meant to end up in Sri Lanka, and wouldn’t have if not for a series of unusual events. I met a girl, cancelled my flight home to be with her, and when things didn't work out I was left with no ticket back to Australia, and no burning desire to go there … Continue reading Leaving Lanka
The adventure is finally underway and I’m happy to say that I haven’t been bashed, stabbed, shot at or blown up yet. Of course, that’s not saying much seeing as so far I’ve travelled only 50km from Gosford to Sydney Airport, but it’s a start. The trip down was very exotic - I sat between … Continue reading A journey of a thousand beers starts with a single can…
I love Australia, and I love being Australian. The refugee-cuddling diesel dykes who stalk the piss-stained alleyways of Newtown might tell you that's a bad thing, but it's not, it's something I'm proud of. So, as I prepare to spend more than two months rolling through Europe, I must admit that I'm going to miss … Continue reading See ya the fuck later, Australia!
I went camping in Yengo National Park this week, and it was an interesting trip for a number of reasons. First up, I took a stroll out to the Circuit Flat Bridge, a short walk from where I stayed at the Mogo Campground, and which was built by convicts back in 1831. It was maybe … Continue reading One minute I’m camping, the next there’s a naked luchador dancing around in front of me
When I was a young bloke growing up on the Central Coast of New South Wales, I was spoilt for choice when it came to awesome places to explore. Me and my mates spent every weekend checking out caves and climbing trees, following creeks and scrambling up mountains. At some point women and booze got … Continue reading Dam!
I've had a lot of jobs over the years, and most of them I haven't been very good at. So when I decided to become a professional photographer, I didn't let the fact I barely know which direction to point a camera stand in my way. While working in the porn industry, I soon realised … Continue reading A junkie, a blood fetishist, an alcoholic nymphomaniac and the overweight wife of an islamic fundamentalist
I'm not gay, but I will admit to being hopelessly in love with a big, burly bloke from the country. He's tall (around 476m, the last time anyone checked), dependable (he's stuck around for millions of years), and he's always willing to let my mates have fun with him, too. He is North Brother Mountain, … Continue reading Brotherly Love
I enjoyed my last paragliding visit to Port Macquarie so much that I've come back - but the locals are wishing I'd stayed where I bloody well come from. But hear me out, it wasn't my fault! There's less wind than on the moon today, so I decided to head to the Rainbow Beach to … Continue reading Today I lost my pants at the beach
As a kid, I spent a lot of happy days at Frogys, the roller-skating rink in the main street of Gosford, NSW. Every second kid had their birthday party there, and I loved rolling around to the high-octane beats of the Grease Megamix. It was closed in the late 90s to make way for a … Continue reading I explored an abandoned rollerskating rink – and you won’t believe what I found!
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 