Bronwinner


A master class in hanging out

Does that make me crazy? Possibly.

Today I was perusing the gum aisle, looking for the cheapest per unit gum like the eternal tightass that I am...


The lives of others: Nutbags of the past.

So I moved back to Sydney recently and got to do that fun thing where I went through all the junk...


Grumpy, but not narrow.

Sometimes when I am watching or reading something about olden times...


Food memories are the best kind of memories.

Today I had a hankering for crackers with cottage cheese and gherkin, a snack my Ma used to make...

A pilfered manifesto, in which Lloyd Dobler summarises my feelings about career choices.

So, as I am staring down the barrel of another soul-destroying job in sales, this quote keeps playing in my head. If only I were good at kick-boxing…...

The greatest way someone ever tried and failed at asking me on a date.

I was hesitant about writing this because I am terrified of coming off sounding like Samantha Brick, although my angle is not that people hate me...

Foreign Countries: They are Different: Signage Edition.

Montreal is awesome, but some of the signs here weird me out. People usually cite the fact that ‘STOP’ signs here actually say ‘ARRET’ ...

Douche-baggery is a hereditary condition.

If I ever got the chance to see an elephant in the wild, I don’t know that my first thought would be ...

A fictional re-imagining of the origins of “Birthday Cake”.

Rihanna is not one of my favourite people and I’m sure she is distraught about it....

Real talk.

I’m going to blog again. I say again because I used to blog on myspace (yes, yes, laugh your faces off...