Life moves pretty fast. We all need to let off steam once in a while.
My brother is no exception.
He might look all jovial from time to time, but behind that smile there lies a man who some days wants for nothing more than a sachet to the ticket office to book himself a first class berth on the direct service to chill central.
But here is a man who takes letting off steam to its most logical conclusion.
For nigh-on a fortnight my brother has been battling a newfound clinical addiction to
s t e a m r o o m s
whether it's chatting current affairs with a neighbouring steam merchant
maintaining optimal hydration during a particularly lengthy session
keeping ripped gay men at arm's length in the non-too heterosexual environment
or merely laughing at the expense of the rival sauna crew
he is never happier than when kicking back enjoying the fruits of a good steam with like-minded individuals
His addiction dictates he be no more than 300metres from the nearest steaming facility at all times, and as a safeguard his mentors on the SA program have fitted his phone with a comprehensive steam-locator. By the way if anyone has any absolute peaches to recommend he told me he'd be more than interested to have a chat, and suggested meeting down the local steamer to share trade secrets. You can find him on facebook here.
If you prefer to speak face to face, i think you know where you'll find him.







Disappointing lack of photographic evidence.
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