When I was a kid, me and my mates would spend most weekends exploring the National Parks around the Central Coast; camping, climbing trees, swimming in water holes, all that good stuff. Then we grew up and less important things like work and girls got in the way, and life got sanitary and boring. I … Continue reading The Wondabyne Years
Today the Central Coast was hit by the biggest storm in its history (alright, there’s probably been a bigger one, but not in the 30 years I’ve lived here, so let’s go with it). There were winds of nearly 100km/h, heaps of rain and plenty of lightning. Trees were knocked over and boats were smashed … Continue reading Storming through Gosford
I’ve been to a lot of National Parks around Gosford and the Central Coast, but I’ve never been to Wyrrabalong. And you know what they say - if you’ve never been to Wyrrabalong, you haven’t lived and probably have a small penis. Not wanting to be accused of either (but having been accused of the … Continue reading Wandering around Wyrrabalong
After a 32 hour trip back from India that involved a taxi, a flight, another taxi (and nearly a mugging), another flight, another another flight, a train, another train, and a walk through the mud, I’m finally back home. Alright, so I’ve been back a few days, but I’ve been a busy boy, so forgive … Continue reading Back where I belong
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 