Yes, they’re actually green.
Oh yeah, I moved to New York. Forgot to mention it.
In which I finally watch my favourite game I’ve never seen.
Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!
In which I am a killjoy and tell local Melbourne councils what to do.
Enough. I do not want to hear or read this word anymore.
In which I finally go to a theme park better than the Big Pineapple.
Killer fountains, hunting dinosaurs and the private jet lifestyle in Sin City.
In which I interview my parents about their first visit to America.
Art, architecture and taquerias.