I know a few of you out there have been waiting anxiously for me to post entries bitching about my 2-week stint in Hyderabad, India.

No such luck. Yet.

I will be welcoming the fresh chilly morning air of Brisbane in less than 12 hours. I could be having such great fun that abandoning the Wifi and completely embracing fresh raw oysters, soft sandy beaches, calories-laden ice cream and the Queen Street Mall could be a wonderful idea after all.

If my rash condition forbids me to expose my used-to-be-very-beautiful long longs at any part of the east coast in my bikini, so be it. My luggage is ready with the season's latest cropped blazer, knitwear, coats and scarfs. If you can't bare it all, layer it on. (Perhaps only the fashion whores understand this)

Girls, my champagne-deprived heart always with you - have a great Halloween without me. But I'll be making sure everyone of you is with me when I'm back for my long-overdue clubbing sessions.

Cheers mate!