Never happy that there’s corners of Sydney I’ve not yet lived in, I’ve shifted to the other side of Oxford St, Surry Hills, to relive some of those crazy uni days at Lansdowne St with Kath, Alaina, Alex and the rest of the gang.

Unfortunately no, that’s not my bathroom… but whomever grabs the master-bedroom with above ensuite is going to have one happy partner.

Max’s movie seshs are just too good to resist trying to dream up getting a projector for one of our living room walls.

I’m taking bets on how long it’ll take to put on 10 kilos from gorging on the surrounding million-billion cheap eats only a stone’s throw away.