At the risk of being ENTIRELY OFF BRAND Sprink doth telleth ye the tale of how she cameth trapped in a distant land.
A land where dancing is banned, tourists don’t exist and coffees are quite average. Where faces are maskless, the hospo scene is *ok* (tho she hasn’t been to Paul Carmichael’s yet #ChefOfTheYear) but peeps are hella fly and all wake up at 6am… yaaaaas, Sprink is in Sydneh.
Many moons ago (July) Sprink was heading to The Capitol for a telly job for a cuppla weeks, leaving all of her everyones incl her 64 pot plants and BF. She fanged it to En Ess Dub in her red Mazda3, crossing over the border merely hours before it was slammed shut *pic above taken near Albury* then spent the entire drive listening to AM radio hosts reveal it wasn’t a 2week border closure as first suspected…
And here we are now. Sprink has been living these past 4months (5? I can’t count) in Far North St Kilda (Bondi) and knows what the Rabbitohs are, wears linen, got Botox and says things like YEEEW.
*This tale was brought to you by many confused Sprinks last week asking why I was on Grindr: Nay, the Lockdown 2.0 review was by Sam The Review Guy. Who is in Richmond. And on Grindr.
