Day trip to Sydney for a very fun wedding. Dave scored us bargain upgrades for the flight home. Things may get boozy…

I’m not drunkenly eating post-Pride pizza, you’re drunkenly eating post-Pride pizza, shut up.

The world looks nicer from a go-boat on the Yarra river.

Men of a Certain Age thread. This is a man of a certain aged who just missed his bloody tram to work!

“Now the monkeys cannot bite me. I am like sugar to them!” “Must. Kill. Moe. Weeeeeee!” “You don’t control the birds. You will someday, but not now.”

Melbourne’s humidity is right up today and the gym is a stinky moist sweatbox 😥

We made sausages! And who would appreciate a good sausage more than the men of Bluesky?

10km beach walk to escape the smoke over Melbourne. And then we had to reward ourselves with a pint. Because that’s only fair, right?

Spent a very hot Saturday drinking wine and going to markets. Like civilised humans do, I’ve heard.

Why is Melbourne Airport carpark such a hideous torture maze of despair??

I am not ready to morning yet, and even less ready to undertake a ‘morning flexibility routine for men over 40’. Hmph.

We used our meat grinder to make steak tartare. How is raw cow this delightful??

2016/2026 Where’d my youthful innocence go? (Oh wait. Maybe that was vague confusion rather than innocence. I still have that 😂).

We should be out in the glorious sunshine… but we’re full of curry and on the couch 🤷🏽‍♂️

We invited @jbau.bsky.social over to cook burgers and he captured my very essence in this photo.

Late but very fun Friendsmas collage, photos courtesy of the awesome @jbau.bsky.social

“Fists with your toes.” And the Christmas Eve tradition of Domino’s and Die Hard continues.

Early country Christmas is done and we’re headed home to see my family.

And the country New South Wales Christmas begins…

Shush, please. Santa’s having one of his headaches.

Friendsmas has ended perfectly 😍

A good piece of meat deserves to be glazed with something sweet and spicy, don’t you think?

Two plumptious turkey breasts are about to soak in their lemon-and-chilli-spiked brine. Friendsmas prep is officially underway! 🎄

While all the other Melbourne gays are at Gaga, we’re practising Christmas recipes, watching Bake-Off and making filthy baking-themed double-entendres: “I’d fill your Swiss roll with creamy custard.”

Doing a spot of work on a Saturday morning? Not like me at all. Time for a bacon break!

Look, I know I have talents. It’s just that wrapping Christmas presents will never be one of them.

Let’s start an over 30 selfie thread 4️⃣6️⃣

I’m devastated to report that blood orange season is over. But on the plus side, it’s mango time!!! Get in me, you sweet juicy wonder.

Sunday night is for Ugg boots and man and puppy cuddles.

Really hoping this coffee fixes this hangover. I got things to do!

Listening to this at the gym and honestly fighting the urge to break into a stripper dance right here on the weight bench.

G’night from two sleepy boys.

Fresh eggs, courtesy of my parents’ chickens, Gwyneth Poultry and Yolko Ono.

Wine. Couch. Simpsons. This is EXACTLY what we want from Saturday night. Also: Maybe you ALL are homosexuals!!

Yes it’s 8.30pm. But I feel like reading something comforting in bed. Maybe some kinda fantasy novel. Or a delicious cookbook.

Had an incredible lunch yesterday with former colleagues to mark the end of a program we’d all worked on. Never had a herb sorbet made with liquid nitrogen before 👀

I’d say I’m starting my day off by sweating out my sins… but being a paragon of virtue, that’s impossible, you see 😇

Homemade duck and hoisin pizza. This is making me very happy and very full right now.

I am officially too old to be drunkenly eating two-minute ramen at 2.30am. Am I allowed to blame @ccshoreditch.bsky.social for this somehow??

Some crispy pork belly, some wine, and a blood orange or two, and I’m a happy happy man.

Got to catch up with a bunch of old friends today. It’s kinda awesome to see that some things haven’t changed with time (and in some cases children). 😍

I’m not tipsy and full of deep-fried food, you’re tipsy and full of deep-fried food, shut up.

It’s Blood Orange season! Imma turn it into gelatos and granitas, marinate chicken in its sharp, sweet essence, and, dammit, just suck it greedily from the skin. (Yes, I get wildly excited about certain fruits.)

AI working very hard to transform us from kinda boozy to vaguely porn-y 😂😂

Brisbane is far more fun than I’d anticipated 😂

My man’s been in NSW for family reasons, so I’ve been in full introvert mode for the last three days. Dancing around the kitchen while cooking Jamie Oliver recipes, reading books, watching Schitt’s Creek for the 15th time, that sorta thing.

If I have to be up this early, I might as well do #mcm for once.

Making the most of a sunny afternoon in Melbourne’s spring of deception.

Hi from your gym dads. Come work out with us and we’ll cook you dinner. There’s chocolate mousse, too.

Little wander up Hanging Rock with a very fun group of people. And no, we did not picnic: like any sensible person, we went to the pub.