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 never learn my lesson. I've never learnt that strippers make lousy girlfriends,or that I shouldn't sleep in bins after drinking all night, or that the Raiders will never again win a Grand Final. I've also never learnt that climbing mountains isn't a very sensible thing for me to do. Climbing mountains has led to … Continue reading The Row Show climbs a mountain
I spent today hiking through Slovakia's Vysoké Tatry mountain range. It was a monumental experience filled with beauty wonder, and words can't possibly do it justice, so I'll drop the hilarious jokes and just give you loads of photos to drool over. I'm off for a beer - catch ya tomorrow!
I love getting pissed. Give me a cask of cheap wine, a bag of chips and some good music, and I'm sorted. I could do it all the time - and I do, in fact. But sometimes I get sick of stumbling around the house by myself, crying over lost loves and passing out in … Continue reading Wasted in the Watagans
I couldn't wait to get out and explore the unspoiled wilderness of Tasmania's Mount Field National Park, so I was shocked and appalled to wake up this morning to find it was wet and miserable outside. I could've spent the day curled up in my tent, feeling sorry for myself, but that's not how I … Continue reading Stairway to Hell
Hiking through Olney State Forest is a bit like getting a lap dance off your best mate's mother - pleasant and refreshing, but not overly exciting, with the whole experience leaving you feeling dirty at the end of it. I've been as busy as Rolph Harris in a kindergarten lately and haven't had a chance … Continue reading Olney the lonely
With no job to go to, girlfriend to annoy, or pet to feed to prevent it from dying, this week I went bush for a couple of days. I packed my tent and my sleeping bag and headed up to Mangrove Mountain, west of Gosford, where I found a 24km hiking track that was beautiful, … Continue reading Camping with the convicts
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 