When I revealed on Instagram last week that I was in San Francisco, people presumed I'd planned to be there for Super Bowl. So. Not. The place was crawling with fans. We couldn't even get a ride on one of the famous cable cars, the queues were about 30 minutes long. Boo hiss. It's been... Continue Reading →
Having a ball (and Superbowl 2015)
It's funny the webs you weave in life. They make me so grateful that I've tried - even if I've sometimes failed - to live respectfully and gently. I got a lovely email from Melissa - one of the organisers of my A-lister week - at Destination NSW saying: "Alana, I just realised I did... Continue Reading →