I’m always a bit tentative when using the word ironic; especially after that song1.
This time last year for my birthday we devoured an Indian feast in Tokyo with Godfather beer and red wine.
This year, a simple Japanese meal, with imported sake, on the Fitzroy/Collingwood border round the corner from where we lived for many years.
Hmmm. On second thought, maybe it isn’t…
Either way they were both great nights.
Birds who think they are people.
Welcoming a new member to the studio.
Cruffin is a state of mind.
I've drunk countless coffees here in the last year and I'm starting to feel weird about leaving.