A jar of Arnott’s assorted creams playing the role of Atlas holding up the dying embers of luxury in the Qantas lounge.

For someone who doesn’t play drums, I consume a hell of a lot of drumming-related social media content.

Travis Head with an unbelievable knock. Glad I got to watch it. Love the Ashes.

Spring carnival racing couture looks like a frill-necked lizard freshly ejected from a Dyson.

Nothing attracts local tradies and council workers like having a portaloo placed on your verge.

I’m a big Dubai style chocolate guy now.

Littering books around the chairs in my house in a bid to read more.

Generating a podcast from an academic paper via NotebookLM is a killer feature.

Antony Green keen to knock off early on his last shift.

I wasn’t prepared for the tradies next door kickstarting their week by blasting The Bodyguard soundtrack.

Christmas Facehugger still on duty 🫡

Only need to drink five more litres of peppermint tea to clear this Easter heartburn.

It’s that time of year where I commemorate my Twitter peak.