Shoeboobies

Ohhh, I’m rubbish at this blogging business, aren’t I? After an initial flurry of activity I haven’t posted for almost two months. Yikes. And I never did get around to trying to pick up random boys in bike shop. Humph.

What I did do, however, was fly to my London for a week and catch up with some of my favourite peeps in the world, and I’m currently in Australia with more of my faves preparing to celebrate my 30th tomorrow. Yikes.

I don’t know about you, but I’m a big fan of lists. I should clarify – not guest-lists or shopping lists, but Life Lists (yes, I am aware that the capital letters make me sound like a Tosser, but what are you going to do, eh?) So I thought I’d share with you Shoeboobies’ Dirty 30s Travel Life List (work in progress).

Writing it put a completely new spin on my bday. Less ‘Doom dooooommmm’, more ‘Ohhhhhh yeeeeaaah!’ And part of me thinks that just the act of writing these things down sets the cosmic wheels in motion.

Feel free to write me if there’s anything you think I should add:

• Be an extra in a Bollywood film
• Go to cowboy school
• Learn how to shoot a machine gun
• Trek up a very large mountain
• Wear a string bikini* on a beach in Rio de Janerio
• Cage dive with great whites
• Run 50 more marathons all around the world
• Learn to meditate in Bali
• Salsa dance in Cuba
• Ride a pushbike through at least five countries
• Dive with whale sharks
• Go to a rodeo
• Drive through the Australian outback in a ute named Harold
• Hang out with Mountain Gorillas

Here’s hoping it’s not so long between posts next time.

* Not my ass, unfortunately.