Headphones in, he proceeded to take intermittent swigs of the Jack and Bull, never mixing the two together and always leaving a few...

Where were we? Right, comparing moving from Australia to Paris with buying new underpants. Looks like Hemingway's ghost hasn't possessed...

The smoke lingers for a moment in the air before passing, like any stress or thoughts of the next mosque I’ve been told I “have to visit”...

I realise after about 45 minutes that there's nowhere I can sit in Rockhampton Airport without feeling like I should be somewhere else...