Thursday, January 28, 2010

coffee is my lifeblood


Americana and Latte Macchiato at Oxymoron



Grosse Americana mit heisse milch at Impala



Latte Macchiato doppelt at Liebling



Latte macchiato at Baltas

Monday, January 18, 2010

happy bloggoday to me



It has been three years since I started this palaver. Thanks for hanging out, you guys.



And because I know you want it, here, finally, is a full length photograph of me.



Enjoy



Wednesday, January 13, 2010

frozen Spree



Here is Berlin it is cold and snowy. And freezy, as you can see here.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

a berry new year



I wish a juicy 2010 on all of you.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

lav



They don't make 'em like this any more.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

my cup runs over





After the thrill of being placed in the How Now Brown Cow competition, today I won the fashion contest at the NSW Bridge Club Melbourne Cup lunch. Oh, and my partner & I won our Bridge as well.


I am so very very wonderful.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Saturday, October 24, 2009

merry merry king




Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he
Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
Gay your life must be

Thursday, October 8, 2009

nice belt



Why was 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9.



What did 0 say to 8?
Nice belt.




Have a nice 8th October, won't you?

Monday, October 5, 2009

Christ on a bike



I can't believe I missed International Blasphemy Day on the 30th September. Luckily the wonderful Skepbitch kept the faith.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

dust






Sydney at 6.13 this morning. Dust rolling in from Broken Hill. Taste of it in the air. End of the World. I'm off out to get coffee now. Maybe I'll start smoking again?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

Sydney winter sky



The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?





Ah, Percy Bysshe, I do love poetry about behinds.