Tag Archives: tasmania

Getting drunk in Hobart (in style)

Punks, it’s been a terrible week. Every pisshead I know just wants to spend time in a bar right now, yelling at Republicans (for Trump) and God (for Leonard) and I’m way too presbyterian to know anything consequential about alcohol. My friend Tali is the opposite of that. She’s the one cheering you on, convincing you…

Some properties of the week from a land that’s safe from pussy grabbing*

Oh dear Barbra. It’s been a hell of an emotional 24 hours, and I’m not even American. My American friends are heartbroken, and to be honest, most of my Australian lady-friends are too.  I confess: I was part of one of these ‘secret Facebook groups’ Hillary spoke about, and I cried the whole way through…

Punk, have I got some jobs for you!

I find myself being so excited about this place lately, I’m wanting to blog every day. I won’t, because that’s annoying, but I JUST FOUND SOME AMAZING JOBS FOR YOU (in order of amazingness): Why on earth would a job at Catholic Care make it onto this blog? Refugees, that’s how. Last year, Premier Will…

Reason to Move to Tassie #2: THE DONUT SITUATION

Punks. I’ve been fat my entire life, give or take a few years. So, I know a muthafuggin’ thing or two about donuts. And, can I tell you, I’ve never lived in a place with such an incredible variety of delicious donuts than Hobart. From the fancy gourmet to the perfect $1 cinnamon dusted oil fest.…