The truth about waking up at 4.30am on a Saturday morning rarely has any perks. I do however manage to think of one and I wearily wash my face and put some clothes on…

It seems to me that sobriety (or at least keeping in a conscious state) is the hard liquor of reality. It’s hard to swallow and more often than not, hot, awkward and very sticky. But I think when it boils down to it, its worth it.

I went with Adam to the GPO to watch Benny DJ last night. To be honest, I was a bit tired and stressed and my skin decided to break out pretty bad this week, which makes me feel pretty shit about myself. So yeah…good times are sure to be had…

I read this fantastic article about how binge drinking is enmeshed within Australian society. I thought I would throw down a three of the key points from the article and open the table up for discussion. Click here to read more from the entire article. 1. Drinking has been apart of our culture from day dot. Drinking

As I kick through a sea of discarded tin cans and bottles on my way to work I wonder the state of the each person that was last to touch them. I wonder if they feel just as discarded and lifeless this morning. Australia Day. A representation of all things Australian. And what is more Australian

Will this be the end of Mad Monday and all those fabulous pub brawls that splash the front page of Sunday’s rags??

My girlfriend dumped me, an hour ago.

There would be nothing more I would like to do right now than go straight to the Downunder Bar and write myself off on tequila shots with someone that can hardly speak any English. But I can’t, so I type.

I went to the Brazilian Touch restaurant in the valley for my Boss’ 25th Birthday. The place was this really cheesy Brazilian club where Brazilian waiters came around with massive chunks of meat and offered it around the table. Very novelty.

A year without alcohol.