Jason*, our Hugh-Grant-lookalike Airbnb host, was prone to wild sporadic fits of weeping. It was the kind of animal uncontrollable wailing that you often hear…
I am sobbing as surreptitiously as I can in a scungy Indonesian bathroom, clutching two strawberry daiquiris bigger than my head. My cleavage is blistering…
We all know about the Great Explorers. When I was eight, I learned about ‘em all in one big Friday arvo whammy. Ernest Shackleton, Captain…
The charming sentence that titles this piece first came to my attention in the sunny year of ’06, when The Chaser took to the streets…
Fuck, I go. I think this is the future. It’s 2017, and the Old World slips away from us more and more every day. Fidel…
