Morning, poppet. Overnight, Belgium betrayed the narrative of the World Cup, Australia literally fought the Philippines and one newspaper decided to birth a social movement.
Over the span of my lifetime, I’ve realised it is fleeting. I don’t want my grandson to not know who I was. Consider this the first chapter.
Meet a mature adventurer, a man who shares the thrill of rock climbing with his younger mates. This particular trip may whet your own appetite for adventure – even if you’re not as young as you used to be.
As for those people who are set to take the same journey as I did in 1977, I certainly do not envy them.
We, the anxious millennials, are derided for being delusional, self-centered and medicated. We, however, see this as an adequate avenue of tolerating the world being left to us.