A year in the life of a blog. Brought to you by facebook.

I’m a little late with my year-end wrap up but for the first time since the blog’s inception, I have not spent an excruciatingly dull Chrissie/NY break at the office looking for ways to wile the time away. Until today. But hey, at least it’s Friday.

We started the leap year scattered across the planet. A small Sydney contingent manned the mandatory harbourside fireworks, while representatives spread the SRF cheer in Europe, regional NSW and Victoria. Even then, amidst paint fumes, outdoor music, hands of cards and the French, did we all have some quiet inkling of the ebb and flow of life to come in this, the 10th year of the SRF?

It was a year of cultural richness. We worked in France, Hong Kong, Alice Springs and Ballarat. We got ourselves a shiny new American.

We visited faraway ports on the good ship Stacy Lee, under the slurred instruction of El ‘tan line’ Capitano, John.

We called home our attachés from Paris who brought tales of Europe and great tans. We celebrated our own bright culture on the banks of the Tumut River.

And we finally milked what we could out of our impressive connection to the Sydney Film festival.