conversations across the world

So Paul and Fiona left the wintry shores of Melbourne and headed to a small fishing village on the Atlantic, to become fishermen. It had been their dream for a long time, and they looked forward to the opportunity to hit the high seas during major storms.

no, wait Halifax isn't a fish, it's a university town. (i'm thinking Halibut with Gravlax)

Sorry .. so the Martini-Maher bunch departed the cloudy village of Melbourne, and headed off to enjoy a huge new experience lecturing peasants in the way of the first world.

i'm not getting this right, you'd better tell your own story.

Melbourne is getting a bit springy, and the darebin music feast has leapt into being with its first night in the new old town hall. Eloise's very new bar across the road picked up the late night scragglers with a wild evening of gypsy music, clarinet and tuba.

sorry to make youse all jealous, says michael