We weren’t planning on working this year. But about 4 months in and after a particularly expensive March filled with mini breaks, flights and festivals Jot was in a panic about money. As she is in charge of the Galea-Castle empire and dollar I took her word for it. I’m terrible with money and until … More Buslife unexpected
In real life (when our house was made of bricks and we had jobs), if at any point I checked the calendar and saw that sociable Jot has scheduled us for more than one activity across a weekend I panicked. And moaned. My ideal weekend would be completely free with the knowledge that people were … More March Madness
Nearly a month in Tassie. This is what went down. … More Hello Tasmania, Goodbye Tasmainia
I once said to a friend, “if you ever see me in public without make up take me home immediately as something is very, very wrong and I shouldn’t be out in public”. My best friend Adam is under strict instructions that, if I am ever in a coma, he is to come in to … More The evolution of Kath and Anne
Today I washed for the first time in seven days. I actually don’t think I smelt or looked that bad. My hair was the giveaway but that was easily fixed by one of the many bandanas I insisted on buying before we set off. Or a backwards baseball cap that Jot cringes every time I … More On the road at last
Change has never happened this fast before, and it will never be this slow again. There’s just one week before we head out of Sydney on our Toyota Coaster bus adventure and as I finished work last Friday, I am now officially unemployed. Although I guess, as it is by choice, I should say that … More No worries, or new worries?
Like most modern day love stories ours starts in a bar in a University town. As the only gay bar in Reading, a town about an hour and a half outside of London, The Granby always seemed to have an essence of desperation about it. Bearing in mind this was 11 years ago, and well … More Where do we come from and where do we go. The story of us so far.