Here’s another hint … where am I?
Today’s random Q&A was inspired by this photo, which drew many thoughtful queries … including whether I’m wearing underwear.
Well, my signed underpants have been purchased for nearly $1,100. Suffice it to say, they are thrilled, and I am humbled.
I am walking around with eight weeks of highly confidential information that I am simply not at liberty to share. Such is the burden of a narrator …
So I’m hanging out on the discount rack of this trendy boutique in Sydney, chatting with the hosiery and feeling sorry for myself, when this big American shows up …
If you’re curious (and even if you’re not), this picture captures the essence of an otherwise healthy brain, collapsing under the weight of Australian expectations.
So I go into a convenience store in Sydney to get a bottle of water and some Tam-Tams. As the guy is ringing me up, I notice a sign on the register that says, “Cigarettes under lock and key.” It soon becomes clear why.
I’m mostly certain that the thing jutting out of the dead kangaroo’s nether regions is its tail. Mostly.
Grunt is a bulldog memorialized on a cinder block wall of a coffee shop, just off the beach on a street with no name, and he took my breath away for two reasons.