the end was just the beginning
I've done some crazy stuff in my time: dined with Kylie Minogue, nattered to a naked Alyssa Milano (oh, AND a kit-less Hugh Jackman), been hit on (kind of) by Portia De Rossi, straddled a dyke's bike in Mardi Gras, judged the Miss Nude Australia contest, spent an hour being screamed at by Anthony LaPaglia ... And... Continue Reading →
I should have been cleaning and clearing and decluttering this week, but instead I've been parked on the couch mainlining season six of Californication. I bought it on Monday after a friend texted to say he'd spotted it in the new-release section at JB HiFi. I've been haunting JB for months wondering when the freaking... Continue Reading →
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