After AFTRS

‘Think of a memory. Something important to you. Go on. The first thing that comes into your head. Allow the memory to come to you. Go deeper into it. In the next ten minutes, I want you to write about it. Consider the images, colours, textures, rhythms and sounds that you associate with that moment. Go.’

Jonathan  Ogilvie, Film Director and Tropfest Winner 
AFTRS Screenwriting Course, 2018 

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The 40-year old hang out

His house is OCD-amazing. It’s newly built and has a pool, a trampoline and sexy hammocks that overlook a beautifully manicured, Stepford Wives-type park. We’ve a swanky Airbnb rent with this guy in Margaret River. Ensuite, double, porn shower, fluffy towels and a clean fuckin’ dunny. The only problem is, this dude’s on meth and he’s desperate to hang out.

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The Other People

Meet the Callengelly clan AKA El Banditos – El Denuardo, Tecno Mama, Precious Jade Unicorn, The Vincinatti Kid and Cassington Bear. The perfect hybrid family of vivacious Bradfordian, Ruth Callaghan and crooning panther of love, Aussie Den. Vince came out of Ruth’s fangina whereas Jade and Cassie arrived from another magical place, with Den’s expert input. Continue reading

Art de Vivre Yoga Retreat. Bali. May 14-19 2018.

Art de Vivre Yoga Retreat
Central Bali, North of Ubud.
May 14 – 19 2018.
For more information visit: www.thematmovement.com

In Spring, the wonderful Collette Davis (www.thematmovement.com and @thematmovement ) and yours truly will be hosting another luxury yoga retreat together, this time in Bali. We’ll be preparing some yogic and culinary treats for our guests, inspired from our Asian travels.

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Scoot Hairways

‘Do we get food on the plane, babe?’

She’s no idea. We’re about to take the 3.5 hour arc from lanky Hong Kong to expensive Singapore where we’ll connect to the as yet unknown Perth. Perth – btw – sounds like purse with a lisp.

As we bank all wibbly-wobbly over the wibbly-wobbly reservoirs descending into our destination, I reminisce over my earlier idiocy. Continue reading