What about Kris?

Some of you (well, one person) wanted to know what my boyfriend Kris was up to. So I thought it was a perfect opportunity to babble on about how fantastic and thoughtful and gorgeous he was. But I wont. So it's safe to keep reading. He's leaving town (the town that is called Poatina, and may or may not have anything to do with porridge) and going to another town (one that is called Wynyard and sounds like a sheep graziers association, but is in fact a coastal fishing town on the North-West coast of Tassie). There he is doing a lot of radio things that have been abandoned by people who've come here (that is, the town called Poatina) to do a Certificate IV course (See Bowen's Blog) Got that? If you didn't, forward on your questions to me and I'll get back to you. Perhaps.

It's actually his Captain Midnight radio show that I'm now in charge of, which is very strange. And it'll be interesting to see how I go being so far away from him (well ok, it could have been Brisbane rather than Wynyard, but being a Tasmanian my perception of distances is warped) and how he's going to go taking on managerial position. Keep your eyes on this space for updates on that one.

In the meantime, here's a picture of him as a child at the end of a very long bicycle (just in case you wanted to know what he looked like).

Peace.