All right, Easter weekend! Just about the longest of the long weekends, except for Christmas. Four days of unadulterated bliss. Okay, considering what’s being remembered on Friday, it doesn’t quite make sense to call it "Good", but I can live with that. Jesus gave that we might have a long weekend. Hmmm, doesn’t quite have the same kind of ring to it, does it?
But let’s face it, is there any better thing to do over a long weekend than stuff yourself with chocolate? No, I don’t think so. I can just see the dentists and the confectioners rubbing their hands together with glee, actually. The week before Easter is probably when Darrell Lea justifies their existence. Organised chocolate binges are one of the true signs that we are living in an advanced civilisation. (The other one is making use of class 1 laser devices to listen to music).
Speaking of chocolate companies, can anyone name the creepiest building in Melbourne? Gotta be 636 St Kilda Road, right? The Cadbury/Schweppes building. It’s the eye at the top that does it, looking like it’s spying on the surrounding suburbs. Even worse at night; it glows purpley-blue. Spooky. Was the architect smoking some very well mixed illegal substances when he thought that up? Or was he just extremely paranoid? Or maybe he decided that instead of Cadbury’s image being all sweetness and light and chocolate, it should be dark, foreboding, intrusive and creepy.
"The goodness of a glass and a half of milk in every family sized block. And remember, WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!"
