💾THE NARCISSIST: I’m on the verge of YouTube burnout, caught in the wicked world of shoot, make, upload, repeat. It’s a good life, and this ain’t a grizzle, no, it’s more of a reflection of how I’ve been sucked into the belief that more is better and consistency is king. I’m sure this can be the case, but it sucks to live by it. And I haven’t fished in too long, and I like fishing. I’m patient when I fish. In fact it’s one of the on

💾Yeah, I run. I’ve always run, but not like this; with a plan, bags of Tailwind, a beeping watch, and the looming deadline of a race that’s happily called the hardest 100k race in Australia. That means proper training, taking it a bit more seriously than some of my antics in the past, and likely means I can’t just eat bananas. That, and I’ve lined up for this bloody race twice and not finished (yes, there’s films on the way about that). This holiday has ma

💾THE BOTTLE DEPOSIT: There's a double episode of Seinfeld where Kramer and Newman try to exploit the bottle redemption scheme in NY by driving to Michigan in Newman’s postal van (NY has a tax of 5c a bottle, Michigan 10c, so you make 5c a container when cashing in from another state…It’s also illegal). About a year ago, when the state I live in didn’t have a redemption scheme, and the neighbouring state (New South Wales) did, me and my mate Jimma (my version of

💾MY NEMESIS: Meet Pete. He and I were cross-country rivals at school. I reckon I won more races than Pete, but I’m likely wrong. Twenty five years later, and too many laps of a basketball court, Pete’s on the verge of getting both hips replaced. Over a bottle of wine one night, we cooked up the idea of one last hurrah, one last run to see out the old, bone-on-bone hips. Heck, why not make it the hardest 100km race in Australia?! The wine worked. We signed up to Hut to Hut.

💾JUNK CHICKEN COOP: There comes a time in every parenting life when you decide to buy an animal for your child. I was pushing for a goat but I was outvoted and we got chickens. Problem: no place to home them. Buggered if I was going to buy a chicken coop, or materials to build one, meaning I had another junk-made project on my hands. I had no bloody time to do it, but squeezed it in over two months (yep, i thought I’d get it done in a weekend…idiot!) This, my egg loving fr

💾THE DINER ROAD TRIP: I found myself in Seattle on tour, showing unfinished films up the west coast. Rather than fly to the remaining shows in San Fran and LA, I decided to drive. And as all great roadies need a great companion, I called Mike, a Bostonian friend of mine who dresses like and looks like the president of Ukraine. To make things interesting and efficient I made the rule that we’d only eat from diners. This was going to be an American road trip experience from the win

💾MY WORLDVIEW: As a 14 year old I went to a place called Wollangarra. There was a lot to like for a country kid who’d found himself living in the city, as if I’d returned to a world of trees and farming and big hats. We hiked for several days in the Victorian Alps, which as far as I remember was the first real hike I did. I remember thinking ‘this would be a great life’! Good parenting, then Wollangarra, was my crossroad. Having not been to Wollangarra for 29 ye

💾BAD RIVER - The Finke River: I decided to run the first 100km of the oldest river in the world to see what all the fuss is about. Having been to a sick urban river that’s been turned into a drain and a dead river based on the outfall of a mine, the Finke River in central Australia has a distinctly different, modern problem. Unlike rivers affected by local populations of people doing whatever nasty thing we do, the Finke is affected by those who don’t live there. Can a frec

💾WHEELBARROW UBER: I decided to do something I’ve been meaning to do for years, create Ubarrow, the world’s first wheelbarrow delivery service. Max Fosh, world famous YouTuber and funny man, would be my first client. Max was in Melbourne (my local town) for a show, so I reached out and asked if he needed a hand with anything. ‘Funny you should ask’, Max had said, ‘I need a lift to the Grand Prix’. ‘No worries Max. I’ve never met you befor

💾JUNK CABIN REVISITED: In March 2020 as the Covid pandemic swept the world and homelife took on a whole new meaning, I had an idea; build my wife a cabin in the paddock without her knowing. I used only what was on the farm- stuff I’d been collecting for years off the roadside, from demolition projects or handed down from family and mates. Making the building without Helen knowing was as hard as it sounds, but I had the cover of an Oak tree in the furthest corner of the property.

💾THE YOUTUBE FOREST: I’ve planted plenty of trees before, but always a known quantity, in a known allotment of time. So I had an idea. Hand the project over to YouTube to see how much money a video can make, and turn that money into trees. I’d then have to figure out where to plant them, how I’d get them in the ground before summer, who’d help, and how I’d get a hold of that many trees in such a short space of time. I had one month to earn the money and 6

💾MY NEMESIS - PART 2: My old high school mate Pete, who was my nemesis cross-country rival, now has stuffed hips. In 2022 I challenged him to run Australia’s hardest 100k mountain run before he went in for hip surgery. I’d run it with him, film it, say positive things, and do my darndest to get him to the finish line. We made it to the 60k mark before missing the cut off. It was a great day, but it was also a DNF... After delaying hip surgery one more year to throw his hat

💾FOREST UPDATE 2025: In 2021 I planted a tree a minute, for 24 hours, on my mates farm. It was freakin hard work, but also one of the coolest, most rewarding days I’ve ever had. I made a film about the project and promised folks I’d return every two years to show off the plot and see how the trees and bushes are going. This was a special day because I really felt like the project had landed. I had a cup of tea in the new forest, from water boiled on a fire made from the for

💾I find myself in Tasmania, about to descend a sickly orange, biologically dead river the locals call pumpkin soup. After 100 years of runoff from a mine, The Queen River, is considered the most polluted river in Australia.

💾URBAN FORAGING: I’ve always loved finding stuff, and as a self prescribed observer, always lookin’, I always seem to find money. This film is about finding as much cash as possible in a regular 9-5 workday in order to take my family to dinner. As a tap and go, cashless, app drive society, notes and coins are becoming a thing of the past. So, my work-day, find-money challenge, to buy-my-family-dinner, might be one of the worst ideas I’ve ever decided to film. - Pro

💾I've got a mission in mind. Running to the Hollywood sign to see if I can touch it. I set out to have an intimate picnic for one beneath the famous set of letters. The cops had other ideas.

💾KAYAK RESCUE: I’ve recently shot a TV series for Red Bull where I interview world class athletes in their backyards. While shooting some introductory shots from a friendly white-water river in France, I end up getting rescued by the athlete (Nouria Newman) I was there to interview. Long story short, it all went swimmingly until I missed my roll and took a swim in a very cold river. Nouria does a brilliant job of mopping up. It’s a series of bad decisions followed by a seri

💾SUPERHUMAN: A company that makes exoskeletons reached out and asked if I’d be interested in wearing their devices on an outdoor mission. Sure, I said, as long as I can do my own kind of mission in my own kind of way. So, I decided to stock a remote mountain hut with beans, given I like beans, and I like mountain huts- and have used them in the past as refuge. To get there I decided to go down, then up, one of the longest spurs in Australia- the perfect terrain to test out a set

💾THE FRENCH COMMUTE: I’ve been self-employed for five years since losing my university job. When Red Bull reached out and asked if I wanted to host a TV show interviewing athletes in far flung corners of the world I said ‘No worries…and I tell you what, I’ll commute to each shoot in my own Beauish way.’ So here I am, doing that very thing. First up, I rented a town bike from Geneva train station and rode to the middle of the French Alps where I interviewe

💾NO SURRENDER: I was invited to run across Timor Leste, which is one of Australia’s closest neighbours- to our North. It’s a small and slender country that’s been at war, on and off, for 500 years. With ten other runners from all over the world, and with a mix of local and Aussie guides, we ran 100km over 5000m of dusty, steep, coffee-laden country. We dossed down each night in guest houses or tents, ate whatever the locals had on offer and settled into life on the t