I went to the movies last weekend. This shouldn’t really be a big deal. I mean I’d hate to end up being one of those bloggers who has so little to say that they end up giving you a rundown of their weekly movie going activity. Then again, from my point of view, it kind

I see myself as a pretty imaginative person. I like to think my mind is able to take off on flights of pure fancy. And I’m pretty proud of that ability. In fact, if you were to ask me what characteristic of myself I’m most proud of, I reckon the answer would be my imagination.

I like sports. I’ve always enjoyed watching sport. As an Aussie, my preferences are pretty local – Australian rules football and cricket are my go-to games. Though I don’t mind a bit of tennis now and again. And I can even get into more foreign-based sports like soccer and baseball and (even occasionally) American football

I’m a creature of routine. Every day, every week, I tend to follow the same behavioural patterns. And one of the things I have sorted to a fine degree is my Saturday morning routine. Saturday morning is one of my favourite times. Sleep in. Gradually raise myself out of bed. Eat a long, slow breakfast

I have a terrible confession to make. I watch reality shows. There. I’ve said it. I’ve given away my deepest, darkest secret. There are a number of things I could claim in my defence. I could say that it’s not a deliberate choice, but it just happens to be where the tuning on the television