Justin Timberlake: a priceless experience
The last gig I went to was Foo Fighters in 2011. I vowed it would be the last big concert I would ever go to. While I loved the Fooeys and was blown away with how awesome they were (as was Jack Black and Tenacious D), I really didn’t enjoy the actual concert experience per
On running my first half marathon ever
Back in 2011 when I started running, I only ever wanted to be able to run 5kms comfortably. It took me two years of loving-hating-loving running to get to that 5 km point. But, nevertheless, I persevered, and running has come to be part of my identity. I run, therefore I am. It was a
A birthday* ode to Tom Hardy
This post was inspired by Meghan O’Keefe who wrote Dear Ryan Gosling… please stop where she implores Ryan Gosling to, well, stop being so Ryan Gosling, because he’s made it so difficult for other men to measure up. I know how she feels, because Tom Hardy is my benchmark of where I measure men on
Why I hate running
Actually, I don’t hate running. I love it. There are times when I struggle with it, but at my age (I’m 51 this September), I am so respectful of, grateful to, and amazed by my body for being able to push itself beyond my wildest imaginings because of running, that I bang on about how
I need a good, old-fashioned, girl’s own adventure!
One of the things I regret (and I really don’t have many regrets at all) is that I didn’t travel when I was younger. Instead of partying it up in the 80s, I should have back-packed my way around Asia slumming it in cheap and cheerful hostels, before moving to London or New York for
Decisions, decisions
This article was first posted on 13 March, 2012. Given that we are just about to launch into Adelaide’s silly season again, this is a timely reminder that less is more, even though more seems better at the time! Adelaide, my home town, is a hive of activity in February and March. For readers who
Why running is a metaphor for life
Regular readers will know that I took up running at the beginning of 2011 for two reasons. One: I had a problem controlling my weight (I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t svelte either) and two: to honour my friend Dave Fitzsimons who died of non-Hodgkins lymphoma in 2008. I walked the inaugural Fitzy’s 5 determined
Merry Christmas!
A short and sweet post from me today. I would like to wish each and every one of my readers a wonderful Christmas. I trust that all your Christmas wishes come true, and that these holidays are spent filled with love and laughter. Diane xo
4 reasons why karaoke is awesome
This post was first published on 2 February, 2012. Some things have changed since that time, and I rarely karaoke with Twitter folk these days. My name is Diane. And I’m a karaokeaholic. I know that sounds terribly tragic, and is soooo eighties, but it is one of my most favourite things to do. Ever.
A European vacation
I am currently in Europe, which means I won’t be posting to this blog any time soon. If you are interested though, I am writing about my trip – which includes a three week cruise of the Mediterranean plus a two week tour of Italy – in my travel blog The Travelling Homebody.
The cult of running
I am the member of a cult. Oh, it out started innocently enough, as these things often do. Walking just wasn’t enough for me. It just didn’t give me the buzz I needed. I wanted more. I needed more. I had to run. At first it was a few metres here, a few metres there.
Power and fortune
This is the next series of posts from hand-picked guest bloggers about power; they have also written about trust . The idea for this series was kicked off by me rewatching Game of Thrones and thinking about its twin themes of power and trust. My second guest blogger to write about power is Susan Cooper,