Yesterday was supposed to be a great day for flying. Unfortunately, the Wind Gods didn’t get the memo, and when we got to the bottom of Middle Brother, the conditions were as flat as a disappointing girlfriend’s chest. As a result, me and the Cloudbase crew spent the day waiting at the bottom of Middle … Continue reading Praise be to the Wind Gods
While in Lake Innes on my paramagliding adventure, I’m staying at a petting zoo. there are llamas and alpacas and other stupid-looking beasties wandering around, and this morning I was awoken by the insane bleating of a herd of horny billy goats. I won’t tell my mate Dean* about it, or the dirty bastard will … Continue reading Big Things (and not so big things)
I’ve had a rough couple of days (don’t worry, you can read all about that in an upcoming blogsmic extravaganza - trust me, it’s a story of love and loss that's so bizarre and deranged that you won’t want to miss it), so yesterday I chucked my paraglider in the car and headed up to … Continue reading Any Port in a Storm
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 wrote the following article for the October issue of Aviator Magazine Australia. It's on the shelves right now, so go buy a copy! THERE’S nothing like the feeling of leaping off a mountain while strapped to three kilograms of fabric and a bucket seat and, as I looked down at the landing zone 550 … Continue reading Return to Para-Dise
Last weekend I headed to Maitland Gaol to embark on something called a team building day with a bunch of people I work with. First up was a tour of the gaol with a former inmate, and t I was also surprised (and delighted) to discover that there's a lot more bum sex in Australian … Continue reading I went to a nightclub (and didn’t get wanked off even once)
I wouldn't normally go to Sydney even if somewhere down there was offering free beer and half price strippers, but I made an exception this week - to hike 27km from Berowra to Brooklyn. Alright, so it was the northern outskirts of the city and I didn't go anywhere near congested streets or idiots in … Continue reading One Sleep Till Brooklyn
If I was to make a list of ways I'd like to spend a Saturday morning, climbing up a 600m cliff with a 15km pack on my back probably wouldn't make it on there. But that's just what I did a couple of days ago, when I travelled to Lake St. Clair, north of Singleton, … Continue reading Paramagliding from the mountain of death
Four months ago, I stood at the top of Middle Brother Mountain, 550 metres above the ground, with a paraglider strapped to my arms and a little bit of scare-wee dribbling down my leg. My friends were already on the ground, celebrating their first high flight. I ran at the cliff, heart pumping and mind … Continue reading Conquering the Middle Brother
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
The Drunk and Jobless World Tour 