Beard Season

The Beard – #Project60

Whether you love it or hate it, the beard is apparently here to stay.  The last few years has seen the rebirth of facial hair.  You can buy just about anything these days with a moustache on it, however the beard is a more defined, committed portrayal of masculinity.

Upon hearing of #Project60 and its feature of fellow Aussie, Jimmy Niggles, I took myself off to the exhibition at London’s Somerset House to see the beard revival for myself.

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Sydney Harbour

Ten things Australia does better

As I sit back on a beachfront lounge chair with the sun on my back, I reflect on life and think, huh! Australia does it better. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t an opportunity to bag out other countries because I do appreciate what they have to offer. But sometimes you just know, deep in your heart, that you’ve had it better elsewhere. Continue reading

Guy Fawkes mask and poem

Bonfire night – Guy Fawkes

I never quite ‘got it’ til I moved to London.  My first introduction to Bonfire night was watching V for Vendetta. V just seemed like a misunderstood maimed masked man who quoted cute poems like this:

“Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.”

― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

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Good Food Month & Night Noodle Markets

Get your ramen on in the month of October because its Sydney’s Good Food month, and that can only be a good thing!

A part of Australia’s largest food festival, there is a variety of culinary experiences available to all. Activities vary from talks from some of the country’s best chefs, food challenges and attending masterclasses, all the while gorging ourselves on the creations of some extraordinary young chefs.

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Ascella Pure Wines

Broke Fordwich, the passionate bunch

Broke Fordwich charmed me.  Clearly I’ve been in the city for too long. I’ve been indoctrinated where smiles are forced, manners are a rarity and everyone is out for themselves.  So Broke had me on the back foot from the start.

I was pleasantly surprised that instead of the usual abruptness of the city that you drown out with a bottle of fine red, Broke brings the wine to you and hugs you with a warm familiar embrace. It was then I suddenly realised, Broke and I were going to be friends. Continue reading