Engadine?

I spent this chilly Sunday evening catching up with Cowan and his lass for dinner at Bondi. Because that's how things go in Sydney.

After the meal we went to a semi-classy pub for a couple of pints schooners and we were ID'd at the front door. This wasn't a super dressy pub, and the bouncer hadn't baulked when I walked through the doors with a DSLR around my neck and an attached gorillapod dangling beneath it. However, after checking Cowan's South Australian drivers license without batting an eyelid he looked at mine and spat "Engadine!" And then ushered me through the door without a further word.

We found out on Friday that the landlord wants to move back into this house when the lease expires next month. I am very much looking forward to moving north of Sutherland Shire.