Parting is such sweet sorrow, as John Lennon once said, and so it was with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to the del Sol after our tow truck ride from Dirranbandi to St George. The local mechanic was kind enough to lend me a grubby Toyota Avalon for a few days - which … Continue reading St George 🐉🐉🐉
When I told people I was heading into the vast expanse of the Australian outback, most suggested it wasn't a great idea to do it in a 26-year-old Japanese sports car. I was determined to prove them wrong, and to show that positive thinking and a 1.6L V-Tec engine can overcome any obstacle. The del … Continue reading The Dirranbandi Dandy
Byron Bay was once the land of hippies and burnouts, but these days it's better known for multi-million-dollar properties and overpriced drinks. Despite this drastic change it remains a beautiful place, and the gang and I thought it would be the perfect place to party after a week spent in sleepy ol' Rainbow, where everything closes … Continue reading Byron Bay Blues
Our first day in Rainbow Beach provided paragliding perfection, but after that things went downhill fast. With a cyclone swirling off the coast, the winds picked up and the rain came through and our wings remained tucked away in their rucksacks. Instead of flying, our little group of pilots fell into a cesspool of heavy drinking, … Continue reading I had a WHALE of a time in Hervey Bay!
After being amazed by the Sunshine Coast's plethora of giant roadside attractions, it was always going to be a big ask for Rainbow Beach to wow me. Really, what's the point of looking for wonderment when you've already been spoiled by a pelican the size of a VW Beetle? Rainbow Beach was more than up … Continue reading Somewhere Over The Rainbow
After a month spent fending off sleet and snow in the depths of Siberia, I was paler than Beetlejuice's arsehole and in desperate need of some Vitamin D, so I headed to the Sunshine Coast for a paragliding trip with my mates. As soon as I stepped off the plane at Maroochydore, I was met by … Continue reading Big in Queensland
A few years ago I headed up to the Gold Coast for two weeks on the piss with a good mate of mine called Dion. Alright, that's not really his name; I've changed it for reasons that will soon become clear, and have gone with a name that suggests I have a big, black, bald-headed … Continue reading Dildo Warfare: A tale of strippers, sickos and unwanted hand shandies
Journalism is the sort of career that takes you places. America, China, the Middle East - there are stories all over the world, and they all need someone to write about them. Of course, in the first seven or so years of my career the furthest I got was Cronulla, but I assume I'm the … Continue reading Tales From Pornland: The World Tour of Toowoomba