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If there’s an upside to the particularly weird weather at this particularly weird time of year (when the nights are too cool to go without a doona but the mornings are too warm to go with) it’s the fucked up dreams you have when you’re overheating.

Take, for instance, the evil sentient (and locomotive) tree as the villain in my dream this morning. Like a vicious Ent, it would stop at nothing to secure the world’s water supply for itself… including the water stored in living organisms like yours truly. It’s not every day you get to fight a talking tree, even if you do get your ass handed to you.