Our bags are packed
We’re almost ready to go
Yep, just time for a short sharp burst of Toxic Custard before we jet off to the USA. This could be the last TCWF in a few weeks; or I might get time to fire off a quick one during the month’s holiday. I don’t know. Time will tell.
What does this mean for me? No work for a month! Woo hoo! No thumping my computer when it makes that irritating whining noise. No having to remind my excessively hard-working colleagues that it’s lunchtime. No dodging the chaotic St Kilda Road traffic.
Speaking of which… you know the Melbourne Concert Hall?… (just sit there nodding at your terminals if you don’t – it’s really of no consequence if you do or not)… You know those traffic lights in St Kilda Road opposite the Concert Hall?… You know how when they go red that you’re meant to stop?…
The driver of red Commodore NJM887 doesn’t know this, apparently, and demonstrated this misunderstanding of the red traffic light on Friday around 1pm, and has therefore earned this week’s MORON OF THE WEEK.
