boy about town

i'm typing this in the same room i typed by first year-8 assignment, creatively entitled my first assignment. at the time, paul keating was aussie p-m, i'd never been kissed and i was using the word processing software, first choice. things have changed a bit since then... a lot since then... but home has always remained home.

i've just spent 3 amazing weeks in my home country. i've worked it in brissie's newest bar-cum-club-cum-place-to-be, cloudlands; have been accussed of stealing an ovary whilst staying in melbourne; danced to mr g in sydney; and tanned-it-up on the gold coast. i've also introduced piero to lots of the people that matter. it's been an amazing trip and somewhat grounding. but the best bit really has been the people.

i have such amazing peeps in oz. seeing, laughing and having fun with then again has been nothing short of fantistic.

thanks to the aussie crew for a brill 3 weels. until our paths cross again: stay safe, keep it real and remember l-u-m-i.

a couple of days in sydney visiting emily & katie

mum on the g-coast

just over one hour from home

enjoying the delights with the melbournians - jayde, boy, piero, simon & ellie

piero invited me to spend christmas 08 at his home on the mediterranean isle of sardinia. his warning before i came: ‘save yourself, don’t eat all day’. he wasn’t wrong. his mamma and pappa are top cooks and fed me, fed me and fed me some more. ham off the bone, local bread, olives, artichokes, panettone, ravioli, capsicum filled with tuna, spit-roast goat, ricotta balls, almond tarts, fresh fruit, local cheese, one or two bottles of vino and more more more.

snaps to my italian christmas.snaps to my italian christmas.   

snaps to christmas sardinian-style 

 santa gave us stockings

being shown the town - marta, piero and andrea 

 uncle frank getting the singing started