Brisbane is warm, dry, very white out in the suburbs where I'm staying, and just like on Neighbours, only without the turning away from the camera to speak dramatically on occasion, though I might be getting that confused with Days Of Our Lives, which I also have totally never watched.
...PHOTOS!
This is Annika and her mum and dad posing and aiming murder thoughts at the camera man.
This is a REAL LIFE KANGEROO HOLY CRAP. Moments after this badly shot photo it turned and bounced straight at me, spitting poison. Bloody country.
This is a set piece of the new Narnia film. It is a boat on a hydraulic setup so they can make it go up and down and stuff. Pretty cool.
This is Annika and I at the beach. The sun is making me wink in a strange fashion. The weird smile is unfortunately all my own fault.
And here is me at the same beach by myself. Annika ran away after the winking episode and left me to fend off the poison spitting kangeroos all by my lonesome. I'm updating my blog from a bushman's shed in the outback. His name is Kevin and he tells me he's the prime minister.
Send help.
