I am the world most boring cishet white dude.

But it’s an interesting view on gender perceptions that I always get given the wrong meal by the server, as I don’t order the “male” expected meal. It’s a running joke with my missus and I.

If my partner doesn’t get her bacon and eggs I am losing a limb, so please let me have my damn porridge with pretty garnish please!

Actually change my mind.

How everything OT/Industrial Control is not completely owned by an semi-enthusiastic llama from ecuador, I do not actually know.

Kids away on camp. Taken the missus to a Spanish bar after a wade at the beach. Negroni goes down real nice.

Early taste of the empty nest period of our life??

My “local” is an American sports bar themed bar, but esports.

GGEZ Bar, in the best city in the world, Melbourne, Australia!

I love it so much!