Or how you can waltz away from the headache of responsibility into subzero temperatures for one night and come back with all of this.

Or how this is an exceptionally rare and long post with lots and lots of pictures of cute and kinky things.

Or how after so long, the best presents can be the most twisted of ironies.

Or how while I can do this all in my head, I’m just writing this down to humour a certain special someone.

Or how some people always have this impression that Australians are this bunch of racist, beer drinking hillbillies who wear cork hats and speak with a funny accent.