It hits around 1am and the bar is heaving, as per. I wriggle through the masses, stacks of glasses wedged under my left arm, balanced…
There is a fine line between discomfort and danger in the context of travel. Discomfort is that sexy stretching of one’s personal parameters in pursuit…
I’ve never been a huge fan of the term “developing”. This is especially true when it’s used as a euphemism – most often to describe…
Having finished high school, gotten my place at uni and taken a gap year, I was at a bit of a loose end. The thought…
The lights have just come up and I’m high as a kite. The last DJ is putting records into boxes and the crowd is dispersing….
Party drugs like ecstasy, ketamine and cocaine find their way into the pockets of festival, concert and couch-session attendees, making them as common as a…
When I was 22, three things happened that will forever mark the narrative of my life. I graduated from university, I broke up with someone…
An empty Jim Beam bottle smashed against the footpath in Dundas Street. Someone hurled it from the backseat of a car, concealed by a tinted…
Get There: Head to Taylor Square in Darlinghurst and you’ll find Arq at 16 Flinders Street You can always trust the gays to keep the nightlife…
I can’t even show you the CD. Why? Because I threw that five-track motherfucker straight into the Chao Phraya River, Bangkok’s crystal clear aquatic thoroughfare….
On the 5th of November 2015, to the best of my knowledge at the time, I died in a small rural hospital five hours south…
I nearly missed my flight to Vancouver. I woke up on a university campus in San Francisco with a bad hangover, as was usual at…
