Well, it's nearly the end of our final day in Melbourne, and in Australia! Today we hopped on the tram to St. Kilda, the seaside suburb south of the Yarra River in Melbourne. We even got an accidental tour of North Melbourne as we got on the tram going in the wrong direction and were too chicken to get off! It's been a while since we've been lost... I've not missed it! St. Kilda is a bit shabby and kitsch, what with the slightly tired Victorian villas and old sc...

Hello lovelies, been a bit slack on updating this recently but have been very busy exploring Melbourne and schmoozing the stars. But more on that later... We started yesterday with a trip to the National Gallery of Victoria which had a much more extensive collection of art than the Gallery of New South Wales in Sydney. We saw works by Rubens, Lowry, Rothko, Hockney, Titian, Cezanne, Picasso, Turner and even a little known fellow called Mr Joseph Wright (of Derby...

Thank the lord that I will never again be setting foot on a Greyhound bus. Our journey to Melbourne was a bloody nightmare - 12 hours of boredom and insomnia. The bus was packed and the only thing that was keeping me going was the thought that at Canberra some of the punters would get off, giving me a free seat that I could stretch out across and get some kip. Nobody left. I think we got about two hours sleep in the end, arriving in Melbourne at 8am. Consequent...