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.
Monday morning. Save me now. What happened while you were asleep? Duterte threatened to leave the UN, the Boomers missed out on a medal, and a movie remake rolled to an empty audience.