Australian firefighters with no shirts on

My special friends

I get the warm and fuzzies every December when these posts start to drop into my Insta feed - and I don’t mean that kind of tingle (well, OK, maybe a bit…), but more because they bring back very happy memories of my time living in Sydney, when I had a personal relationship with some of these heavenly dudes.

Australian firefighters. Zooee mama.

At the time I was living in an amazing old building in Elizabeth Bay known locally as ‘Gotham City’. It was a truly fabulous sprawling apartment on the fourth floor, with parquet floors and views over the Harbour.

I was sharing with my adored pal make up artist Christian McCulloch and we entertained a lot. The apartment had a kind of dining alcove where we would have very fun suppers where we ate a bit, drank more - and smoked. How we smoked.

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Mainly cigarettes, although occasionally people would spark a joint (not my thing, I can’t bear marijuana, but I don’t have a problem with other people doing it).

God only knows why we did that to ourselves, b…