Where did the Solo Man go? He sure was great in the nineties. Kayaking down mudslides in forests (why?), and slamming drinks down fast, what a hero, what a man. Most of us aren't Solo Man or Solo Woman. The crew at Manly Kayaks know this. They know that we prefer kayaking on a protected harbour with a group of friends, not scraping our lonely selves through whitewater, and we'd rather not slam our summer drinks down too quickly.
With Christmas just around the corner, you need to start thinking about gifts. Lucky for you, we've found plaster painting. Mum loved it when you were five, so she's going to be really impressed this year...now that you've got a steady hand.
There's a huge selection of plasters to paint, like skulls, Jesus's head, mermaids and dragons.
Up the posher end of Oxford Street there stands a tree. To be accurate there stand two trees, but only one of them is magic. At face value it is hard to know which one has powers because they both look the same. Luckily the Wishing Tree has a sign:
WISHING TREE
1. Take a tag
2. Write your wish
3.
This week TwoThousand wants to salute the humble bucket - a frequently overlooked example of design gone right.
Everyone gets all lovey on the wheel or the light bulb. Electricity is great and all, but where is it when you're convulsing after Friday night Jager? Off, that's where. The bucket however, is right by your side.
Before the hulking vastness of the stadium, before drinks began costing an hour's wages, before big screens and replays and endless advertising; rugby league took place on local grounds. Here people watched the game like it should be watched: sprawled on the grass, a beer in hand, soaking in the sun, and close enough to hear the smack of man against man.
Wandering between tombstones on a wintery Sunday sounds like a beautiful scene out of a classic English novel...or a contrived clip from a bad teen cult film.
St Stephens grounds are definitely more quaint than queer, despite lying streets back from King Street.
Now I'm sure you're all religioned-out after Pope week, but this tour is 100% prayer free - and popular with more than just pilgrims and grannies.
It's Tour time. You know what that means, killer lycra, yellow shirts, irritating French posturing and the delightful Phil Liggett. Unfortunately, its difficult to get excited about the above at 10pm every evening, which is why Mori Gallery and the Bicycle Film Festival are bringing Le Tour to a more southern hemisphere-friendly hour.
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