Sydney re-reloaded. Flic has got a swish pad in Bondi where I’m typing this from, although she does still have a Mac. I gambled and lost on the Melbourne Cup – where were you Dolphin Jo – and fell asleep on the flight back to Sydney where a racy redhead picked me up from the gate. Dinner last night on King Street and a movie about Jesse James getting shot. Not great, very slow, would rather have seen the one about Laos bombs (Bomb Harvest) which was also showing. No matter.
Woken up with tea this morning so am being well looked after. I’m off to tread some serious miles around this wonderful city I once called home.