Another World
There’s a lot to be said for living in Tasmania and I won’t bother listing the advantages here. It’s enough to say that I’m the envy of friends across the globe who look at my world and see that I enjoy many advantages over the life that they are forced to live in their world. If only they knew how I envy them in return. There are days when I would gladly swap the clean, green environment of Tasmania for the grubby streets of Manchester or Birmingham or even Paisley in Scotland. Every morning when I wake up I can’t wait to switch on the TV. I’m not there to get the news headlines or to listen to the banter of the talking heads of Breakfast TV; instead I turn to Youtube to see what my friend, Scott, has posted overnight. I’ve never met Scott, and I’m sure that he doesn’t know that I exist, but I regard him as a friend because we seem to have similar interests and I enjoy hearing how he lives his life. I don’t know whethe...