I went to a Bikram Yoga class this week. This is the famous and controversial school of yoga, called McYoga by some, that has swept the globe. It involves doing yoga in a hot room. In a really hot room. The room I lay in, waiting for the class, to start was 40 degrees C […]
I’ve been playing with the Lulu title tester. Type in the title of your book to be and the tester will calculate the percentage chance you have of your tome being a best seller. That is if you finish writing it, get accepted by an agent, get it accepted by a publisher… Anyway, the first […]
The Norwegian has informed me of another bit of sleeping/talk/nonsense I came out with last night. I was well on the way to sleep and he came in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I jumped and said in a bitter and accusatory tone, ‘I thought it was an umbrella.’ This made sense. […]
There are some amazingly good looking people in Bondi Beach, mainly wearing low key yet achingly hip clobber. But there are also a lot of men wearing speedos – so it balances out. They wear these speedos proudly, often with words across the top of their taught, toned buttocks spelling out the name of the […]
Surfers are a fairly macho bunch. Even the ‘oceanbelongstoeveryoneman’ ones are. Why? Because it is really hard and can be dangerous. Sharks, drowning, sunburn. The other day we were at Whale Beach – a beautiful spot on Sydney’s North Shores watching a group of surfers as the sun went down. They were surfing at the […]
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