Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Wordage

So I caved in and got a new blog. It's called Wordage. Here's the link:

http://wordage.wordpress.com/

Do drop by when you're in the neighbourhood.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

That's all, folks

And that brings this little blog to an end. I started it in the first throes of love - the modern equivalent of shouting it from the rooftops - but although our relationship continues to deepen, I find myself less and less inclined to share those little moments that would previously have had me rushing to the keyboard. And, of course, I'm no longer 'Dan in Melbourne'.

At some point I may start another blog and post the address here. But until then, thanks for coming along for the ride, and for all your comments and support.

It's been fun.

...London

And so back to London. We awoke the next day to a a carpet of snow, which was great, if slightly surreal having come from summer. It was incredibly cold, but it was good to be home.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

...Hong Kong...

We then stopped off in Hong Kong for a few days, staying on my friend's junk and zipping around on the island's many forms of transport. I've said it before and I'll say it again: there's something about the hangovers over there...

Sydney...

After a frantic week in Melbourne shutting up shop, packing and saying goodbyes, we headed off to Sydney. The sun shone, the waves... did whatever waves do, and it was a very pleasant way to spend our last few days in Australia.

...And a Dannii New Year

For New Year, five of us headed off to Hayman Island in the Whitsundays. As well as drinking cocktails by the pool, snorkelling on the reef and helicoptering to Whitehaven Beach, we attended the New Year's Eve party. Dannii Minogue hopped on stage to sing 'Kiss' which was exciting enough (as Steven is a bit of a Minogue fan). But that was topped a couple of hours later, when I turned round to see Steven buttonholing the young lady. As he talked away into her left ear, she tipped her head back and laughed. Even the famous aren't immune to a bit of the old Steven magic.

An exceedingly merry Christmas...

Christmas was spent in deepest Queensland with our friend Jane, who laid on a magnificent day. It was a traditional Queensland Christmas - shrimps on the barbie, beers drunk through a length of piping, tennis balls shot out of a flame-throwing spud-gun and a 2am skinny-dip in the pool. With a traditional Queensland Boxing Day hangover to follow.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Laid down low

We've been laid down low with what we thought was food poisoning, but judging by the number of people with similar symptoms we now reckon to be a bug. And to think I was oscillating between blaming our friend Ubergay for the BBQ at his fabulous apartment and castigating myself for the improper heating-up of our hangover ready-meal.

So that pretty much wrote off a whole week - and what a week to write off too, what with a bunchof pre-Christmas do's lined up and - more importantly - the long-awaited trip to see Kylie. We still made it to the Rod Laver Arena, and despite the dizzy spells and the urgent clambering over the middle-aged ladies next to us to get to the bathroom, it was still a good night.

Before the bug hit, Steven and I made it to Q&A. Having previously met Jay there, this time we bumped into the twin stars of the Melbourne blogging scene, R*yan and D.U.P. They were both excellent value - and my time here would have felt incomplete if I'd left without meeting them. Man about Town was a fabulous Mistress of Ceremonies as ever - thanks for the Eurythmics track!

We're now back in rude health for our Christmas and New Year jaunt to Queensland.

Whatever you're doing, have a happy one.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The final frontier


Why is this picture from the International Space Station causing excitement amongst Apple-heads?

Because if you select the high-res version on the NASA website, you can see the guy's iPod to the right of his head.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

An apology

To the reader in Paris who came here (two days in a row) via a Google search for "pecs torture" - Sorry. I suspect my post on the tribulations of joining a gym wasn't quite what you were after.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Fire

We live right in the middle of the city. And we can smell the smoke from here. Much respect and good luck to everyone fighting the fires.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

A vision in khaki

On December 1st, game rangers Vernon Gibbs and Tony Halls became South Africa's first gay couple to tie the knot. According to one of them, "We did not have a very romantic wedding night because we have two baby bat-eared foxes that kept us up all night wanting to be fed and cuddled. And then someone brought in a black eagle with a broken wing and we had to take care of that." Bless.

Come on, Australia. Your turn next. Get those civil unions on the statute books and don't let Howard overrule it this time.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Cover me slow

You know when you hear a cover version that's a really slowed down version of the original, so that it kind of sounds like the song's been left outside and it snowed and the song froze and it's only now starting to thaw out again, and it's covered in particles of frost that glint in the pale winter sunlight and make you see the shape of the thing in a way you never did before? Well, Steven put a CD on with one such track on it (the first on the list), and it made me think of a few others that I like:

Temptation - the Moby cover of the New Order song
Sweet Jane - the Cowboy Junkies cover of the Velvet Underground song
Mad World - the Gary Jules cover of the Tears for Fears song (as featured in Donnie Darko)
Let's Dance - the M Ward cover of the David Bowie song
Baby One More Time - the Travis cover of the Britney Spears song

Nice.

Oldbus

Every other blogger in Melbourne has been banging on about how Shortbus is a must-see movie, so on Saturday afternoon we finally caved in and went down the road to the Kino Dendy to see it.

Now I don't know if the Dendy people have a special afternoon deal for pensioners, or if the lure of "unsimulated" sex is particularly strong for old people, but we were pretty much the only ones there under 60. The cinema was fairly empty, but here and there were groups of old women, old couples, and a rather worrying group of old men in the back row.

This was, quite frankly, a little disconcerting. I was suddenly reminded of an uncomfortable occasion watching Not the Nine O'Clock News with my grandmother back in the Eighties. A pastiche of Olivia Newton-John's 'Let's Get Physical' video came on screen, with Pamela Stephenson in a leotard riding a stuffed sheep rather suggestively. Awkwardness filled the room.

There was no awkwardness this time round, though. The oldies cackled with mirth at every new combination and contortion that flashed on screen. I enjoyed the film. By the sounds of things, they enjoyed it even more.

(If you do visit a Dendy cinema, try the choc-tops. To. Die. For.)

Heidi at Bondi

So what do you do when you fancy a nice healthy breakfast at home, but want something a bit special because it's the weekend? Why, you whip up some of bill's (the Sydney restaurateur always refers to himself in lower case) Bircher (the Swiss doctor favoured the traditional upper-case B) muesli. "A little bit Heidi, a little bit Bondi," says bill.

At the risk of incurring a lower-case law-suit from the bills empire, here's what you do: Soak a cup of rolled oats in half a cup of apple juice overnight. Sleep well. In the morning, add half a cup of grated apple, a quarter cup of natural yoghurt and the juice of half a lemon. Mix it up good and proper and spoon into two bowls. Top with sliced peaches and nectarines, throw in some berries and drizzle (such a recipe word) with honey. Lovely.

Friday, December 01, 2006

The trip of a lifetime

So it's almost the end of 2006. And what a year I've had. It was always going to be a bit special, what with it being the year of my once-in-a-lifetime round-the-world trip. (A five-hyphen trip, no less.) It was going to be full of adventure.

It didn't disappoint.

The adventures, as it turned out, weren't all quite the kind I expected. Sure, I got lost on the LA freeways, hiked up a New Zealand mountain and danced in a Bollywood movie.

But I had other adventures too, things that I never thought could possibly be adventures, things that involved eating in restaurants, watching DVDs and buying shoes.

In short, I did the one thing I hadn't planned on doing this year. I fell in love.

Soon, 2006 will pack up its wheelie-case and head off to the departure lounge. Shortly after that, I'll return to London, to my apartment, to work. But I'll take with me a very special souvenir. A guy by the name of Steven.

The trip will be over. But the journey will just be beginning.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The news has reached America

AJ, of American gay podcasting collective Rainbow Podsquad, says in his latest episode:

"Steven from Melbourne is fierce, fabulous and cute, ladies."

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Friday, November 24, 2006

You gotta love Melbourne

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Laugh? I nearly got a six-pack

I haven't made it to the gym much recently, but I got a great ab workout today from laughing too much at the latest Ricky Gervais podcast.

Also improving the musculature that's cunningly disguised by my belly are the Adam & Joe podcasts (from the same Saturday afternoon Xfm slot that Ricky's lot started out on).

And did I mentioned that we'd jumped on the podcast bandwagon too?

Oh, yes. So I did.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Fascinating fascinators

Yes, it's finally here, the eagerly-anticipated second instalmant of the Melbourne Cup podcast. This one follows us through the post-race carnage, as we talk to fashion designers, gamblers and drunks. In the process, we become gradually more inebriated ourselves. For research purposes only.

Click here for an intoxicating experience...