Where To Next?

The weekend, for most working folk, is a mere two days long. Trudging along to their jobs, Monday to Friday, from 9am until 5pm. If you're lucky, because these days it seems as though people are working until 5.30pm as a minimum, unless you're some kind of tradesman that finishes at 3pm, but then they have to get up at 5am and who wants that? What happened to the eight hour work day? That was invented for a reason. Eight hours each for work, sleep, and leisure time. Now, you're lucky if you get three hours of free time after work, what with overtime, and long commutes. Then by the time you do actually collapse in the door after standing all the way home on the train, next to a middle-aged woman with no sense of personal space, whose giant handbag hits you in the stomach every time the train moves, you are too tired to do anything other than order Uber Eats and stare at Netflix until it becomes so late that you force yourself to go to bed, so that you don't almost

I'm not much of a reality show fan, usually only using it as inspiration for sarcastic and witty observational tweets, with some exceptions of course. Queer Eye is definitely one of those exceptions. Having watched the original series all those years ago, I thought I knew what I was in for when I tuned in to the new Netflix revival, after seeing people raving about it on Twitter. A group of trendy gay guys swoop in and change a clueless straight guy's life with a haircut and a new outfit, fun is had, tears are shed. Well I don't know how well I remember the last series, but the new one is so much more than I expected. It has all the fun of your typical makeover/renovation/cooking show, but with a little extra thrown in as well. Of course, all of your usual reality shows have the 'make or break' moment, when the camera pans in to the contestant, on the verge of tears, as they tell the story of how they beat the odds and triumphed over adversity just to be in t

The multi-coloured tracksuits, the big, permed hair, the soundtrack; I, Tonya really brought the 80s to life in this Tonya Harding biopic, and not in a tacky way. While the costumes and music set the scene, taking us to a different era, a different place, it's the story that really draws you in. Regardless of how much of the plot is true to life, and how much is embellished for Hollywood, it is such a great story. The big climax is, of course, the infamous Nancy Kerrigan incident, a moment in time that ensured that people all over the world knew the name Tonya Harding. However, I, Tonya is so much more than that, taking a deep dive into Harding's life, from her controlling mother, to her abusive husband, to her lifelong fight to get people to take her seriously as a figure skater. I want to focus on the film, rather than on the life of Tonya Harding, because I haven't read enough about her yet, but it's hard because I just want to talk about what a strong person she

The Wombats released their new album this week, and I. Am. Obsessed. They have been teasing the new album since November, gradually releasing new songs, starting with Lemon to a Knife Fight. I was actually really disappointed when they released that song, because I thought they were going to release the whole album that day. Great song though, and as I discovered this week, the rest of the album is just as good. It's one of those albums that you can listen to the whole way through, on repeat, all day long. There aren't any songs that I find myself skipping, they are all consistently listenable. It's a short album, with only 37 minutes playing time, but quality over quantity definitely applies. It is what we have come to expect of The Wombats, with the usual witty lyrics, mixed with a great sound, whether it's the softer sounds of I Don't Know Why I Like You But I Do, or the more upbeat Lemon To a Knife Fight. Seeing them in Sydney a couple of years ago wa