A happy customer is the best advertising going, but only if someone actually leaves a review. Now it’s one step for them, one step for me, no chasing required.

No cropping, no converting, no wrestling with file formats — if my phone can shoot it, it can go up as a post. Honestly the least technical part of my week.

Why do I wait an hour? Because he’s the best barber in Buderim, and legends don’t do appointments, they do queues that’d make Everest base camp look like a quick pop-in. The sign o

Ladies and gentlemen. Hold onto your lanyards. Social Relay has just handed your staff the ability to create posts. I know. I know. Take a breath. Sit down if you need to. Because

This is the Sunshine Coast Council’s new offices. Eighty million dollars, by all accounts, and covered top to bottom in greenery and curved balconies. Meanwhile rates keep going up

I queue posts whenever the mood strikes, and they land on my proper posting days without me lifting another finger. No more remembering it’s Tuesday at 11pm. The internet doesn’t need me live, thank goodness.

Asking a happy customer for a review used to feel like asking someone to prom. Now it’s one step, done before anyone’s had time to feel weird about it.

David Attenborough, eat your heart out: a black and white bird landed on the ledge and held a solid ten-minute meeting with me, no agenda, no minutes taken, just vibes. At no point

He’s flipped the bird, the universal symbol for ‘take that camera and get back in the ute.’ That’s not camera-shy, that’s a formal cease and desist, lodged in real time, with both

Eighty-nine years old and out there running the bird feeding operation at Mooloolaba like a seasoned crime boss, tossing crusts around like a hostile takeover. The seagulls have ca