Last night I drove from Warramanga to Narrabundah through Hindmarsh Drive (80k) in pitch darkness in Templeton's giant automatic, in bare feet. Call me the stig.
Taiwan is my bones; New Zealand is my flesh. The World is - ahem - my oyster served in lemon juice, shredded red onions, and a dash of kaitaia fire and vodka, or what ever else that suites my budget at the time.
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