No. 59 – ‘Its all about the Benjamins’

What’s a wombat’s favourite tipple? Well if you happened to be around The Fat Gadgie (no, surprisingly, I’m not actually sponsored by them) this Friday past, you would be rather confused. As we consumed more varieties of beer than perhaps even Rachel Riley and Carol...

No. 58 – Do you take sugar in that?

What a flippin’ week. Cor’ bloody blimey, hoots mon, and any other of those old fashioned, parochial kinda exclamations. This last week, both in and out of the wombat den has been très, très busy. Ross doesn’t mind working hard, every so often. Once in a blue moon...

Chillin Like A Villain

Week 2: Chillin’ Like a Villain My second week in LA has been a tad more relaxing, if not much more lethargic! I’ve started to appreciate the simple joys of being able to sit back, relax and not having to worry about much. But to be honest, it’s started to make me...

Jet-lag – A real setback

So have I ever mentioned that jetlag is a pain in the arse? Honestly, I’ve never struggled with sleep this much in my life. I spent the whole week adjusting to the time difference. Being eight hours behind hasn’t been kind to me. For example, I would wake up in the...

Trust – a Two-Headed Snake

With only a few days left till my trip, I decided that my best bet would be to actually start packing both my room away, and my suitcase for the trip. Otherwise, like most things in my life, they’ll be left until the last minute! You see, my traditional ritual for...

California – Sun’s out, gun’s out

It’s almost time to get my shorts on! After a long search in the back of my wardrobe, I found a pair of dusty looking shorts. Though these shorts are a size bigger than the trousers I wear these days so I’ll probably have to wear a belt with them during my trip....

No 53 – Bad Moon Rising

There must be a bad moon rising. Because good lord it’s dark out there. Anni said so, Natalie said so, Max ran off to hide in the toilet. The end of the world is nigh. Or it’s the onset of winter. Maybe even Hurricane Ophelia on its (her? Do metrological events have...