I hate to ruin the magic for you ... but I DID NOT feel well after my fourth anniversary celebration. It turns out drinking a glass of prosecco and two glasses of rose while scoffing fried Peking duck spring rolls and fried duck schnitzel isn't the best idea when you have reflux. Blergh. Make that... Continue Reading →

Prosecco and duck schnitzel ... is there a more Alana way to celebrate a fourth anniversary? I don't think so. The night didn’t go entirely to plan. DD instructed me to pack two glasses and the bottle of Champagne we were gifted at our joint birthday party. Then we headed to a secret romantic destination... Continue Reading →

Today is the fourth anniversary of the first time I met DD in real life. We'd been chatting via RSVP for a few days before deciding to have a cider together at a suburban pub. For some unfathomable reason he thought it was appropriate - on a first date - to take his thongs off... Continue Reading →

I saw a sentence on the homepage of news.com.au yesterday that stopped me in my tracks. It said: "Something is very wrong with Australian men." I immediately thought it was a story about the shocking domestic violence crisis we’re facing in this country. It wasn’t. It was about World Mental Health Day and how men are... Continue Reading →

I've written many times about walking away from my magazine career. But I never told you this: I tried to go back ... and no one wanted me. It's hard to write those words in black and white. However, they’ve been weighing on my mind lately, bubbling back to the surface. For much the same reason... Continue Reading →

I got teary at the hairdressing salon the other day .... and not because I have a new shorter 'do ... I was scrolling through Facebook while my colour was setting (or whatever colour does at a salon) and saw a story called: ‘This is my dad, mowing my mom’s lawn. They’ve been divorced 28 years’.... Continue Reading →

The kids get back from Bali today. I can't wait to see them. The house has been way too quiet without them. I've decided I'm not cut out to be a hermit in my old age. My ex sent me regular updates and photos of the kids' adventures - everything from white water rafting to... Continue Reading →

I was playing catch up a bit with my celebrity news this week. I missed the finale of The Bachelor because I went to see Book of Mormon. How on earth was I unaware that female circumcision was a major plotline in the musical? Fortunately I'd ordered a large glass of Houghton chardy before I... Continue Reading →

I’m faced with some tough decisions in my job as the editor of Drinks Bulletin. Yesterday I agonised over whether to choose a story about a Game of Thrones inspired Johnnie Walker whisky being released or the one about Baileys Strawberries and Cream hitting Aussie shelves? Only one of them could go into the newsletter I send... Continue Reading →

I am not relaxed person. The thought of having a facial or meditating fills me with horror because it wastes so much time. I’m far too busy for such idle indulgences  - it feels vaguely sinful to just sit around. Even watching tellie is a struggle for me these days. The only places I ever... Continue Reading →