334/365

I have the best commute ever: 15 blissful minutes on a cycle track by the river, no traffic, no lights. I never want to leave Richmond.

333/365

Date-a-thon starts tomorrow... anticipation!

332/365

Squashed between my bro's on the couch, giggling hysterically as they try to teach me to play Stick Skater (I suck, until I magically make it all the way through level 3 by the skin of my teeth).

331/365

Making my way through a medium-sized bucket of popcorn while watching Pirates 4. Mmm trashy.

330/365

Participating in this hash tag fest this morning. I totally get Twitter now! It's for random global silliness, y'all.

329/365

Melbourne in Autumn! I was cycling along the Yarra, on a wide gravel path with towering trees decked in yellow either side of me, and I was stunned at how gorgeous it is. I remember why you were my favourite season now, Autumn.

328/365

Discovering what the heck a Dogman is. No, it's not rude, and it doesn't involve a dog costume.

327/365

Going for a morning constitutional down to the river, along to the Church Street bridge and back around the park, stopping to pat various friendly dogs along the way.

I think this may have to become part of my daily routine.

326/365

The wonderful world of ebay. Isn't it always a surprise, what sells and for how much? (or how little, in some cases. Oh, well).

325/365

The discovery of ABC Dig Music.

I hereby pledge to listen to more radio henceforth, and cease listening to the same old favourites on my nano!

324/365

The gorgeous and charismatic Barbra Streisand in What's Up Doc?

323/365

Feeling a little less alone when I read something like this.

322/365

Making an ice-skating date. Indoor ice-skating! That will be a novelty.

321/365

A trip to the dentist where he told me he didn't need to do anything at all in the way of cleaning - my teeth are doing great since I came back from the UK (what is with that?).

Kids, let it be known that you can eat all the sweets you want as long as you look after your teeth. And don't move to London.

320/365

Attempting the first roast chicken in my flat. Result: success, judging by the lip-smacking of middle bro and Anny.

319/365

318/365

Lisa McCune thinks my bike is beautiful.

317/365

Getting sidetracked on Hosier Lane.

For more, visit Melbournedreaming.

316/365

It's finally here! The World Beard & Moustache Championships!

The weirdness! The waxing! The crazy dudeness!

315/365

"If you have a spaceship and are looking for a hilarious astronaut, with an irregular heartbeat and 30 million dollars, I am prepared to leave as soon as tomorrow."

God I love Tracy Jordan.

314/365

Pocket-full of gig tickets.

313/365

"The holidays without drinkin' is rough. Turns out football is boring, my wife's sister ain't as cute as I though she was and I can NOT play the guitar"

- the insanely good Tracy Jordan on 30 Rock. 

312/365

The camp private school boy who I overheard telling his mates "I love that bike", who then came up to me to tell me "I really love your bike! It's so.. indie!"

Yes we are, camp private school boy in a uniform that makes you look like a vintage sweet. Yes we are.

311/365

My mum in her fuzzy super-soft jumper. It's like hugging a big, skinny teddy bear.

310/365

An afternoon spent chatting and drinking tea in front of the 2-bar heater in my cosy little flat, grandma style.

309/365

Spending hours absorbed in the beautifully shot My Cool Caravan book.

I never realised how much I need a beautiful vintage van to go travelling about the countryside in! Must be the gypsy in me.

308/365

Opening to the door to a terrifyingly forceful knock and discovering a giant on my doorstep offering me Amazon parcels.

307/365

Short film night in a very East-Larndarn-innit venue - joy!

306/365

Singing along to this in my flat:



Best one-man-Karaoke song ever?

305/365

Magic scarf! Wrap this baby around your neck and no matter how inappropriate your outfit, instant warmth.

304/365