One of my biggest regrets about travelling is that I failed to keep a journal. Now, with the optimism of January, I would really like to write a sort-of travel journal in hindsight. Not a blow-by-blow account of what we did, but a series of posts that capitalises on what hindsight has to offer. These will be the strongest memories, not yet faded but also not completely precise. I expect the gloss of six months' distance might put a particular spin on the story...Read More
It's September, which means Brisbane Festival, which means my bank account is feeling the strain of too many ticket purchases.
Earlier this year my partner and I spent some time adventuring through Europe, where we kept up a rapid-fire pace of theatre attendance. By the time we got to London we were hitting up to 3 shows a day. And I was astonished at how affordable we could make it.Read More