Eight out of eight on the footy tipping at the weekend. Of course, that wasn’t particularly unusual for the round — plenty of rank amateurs with no detailed footy knowledge like me managed high scores. I’m now equal first on one comp (much to Trish’s chagrin), equal second on the other. My DVDs from Amazon ... [More]
Here is the toilet at work. It’s quite stylish actually. Although work is on a public floor of the building, the toilets are locked, secured by carefully guarded keys. Which is a pain sometimes, to be honest — no secrets from your colleagues when you waltz out the door with the key in your hand. ... [More]
“I’ll see you out in the street!” he shouted. Us shoppers and the checkout chicks and blokes looked on. The man had a huge gash on his head — dried — a dishevelled appearance and a dog chain in his hand. He repeated his threat to an unknown person in the liquor department, as Safeway ... [More]
Friday night, the Deborah Conway mini-concert at Tony & Rae’s. Well done Tony & Rob for setting it up. Just a few songs, but they were a few great songs. Very enjoyable. Tony’s got it described in detail. Saturday night at the Palais Theatre… first the support act, Architecture In Helsinki. Perhaps the best thing ... [More]
Tonight it’s the Deb Conway gig at Tony & Rae’s house. Saturday the Belle & Sebastian concert. S’gonna be a very musical weekend. But on a completely topic, down at Southbank, by the same people who did the Doctor Who drawings, are the good Doctor’s 6-7pm ABC stablemates… The colours might be a little skewed ... [More]
More teenage funsters on the train this morning. What is this, the school holidays? They got into the rear cab of the train, and apparently found the button to work the microphone, if nothing else. A very half-hearted attempt to do the impersonate-the-terrorists bit. Too much swearing to be plausible. Rather than “You f—ing motherf—ers, ... [More]
“Are you seeing them in concert?” asked the JB Hifi lady as I paid for Belle & Sebastian’s startlingly named Dear Catastrophe Waitress. The bloke in front of me in the queue had bitched and moaned to her about trying to return a CD he’d already played, so I was glad I wasn’t feeling her ... [More]
In the train at Flinders Street platform 6 on Tuesday afternoon. Two teenage boys are skylarking. “I got stuck on a train once”, says one as they joke, walking through the carriage. The other sits down. They are headed elsewhere, but the train is going nowhere for now. The first stands outside, pushes the door ... [More]
Isaac asked me this the other week, and I had to think about it for a moment: How many cars have you driven? I probably drove more cars while learning to drive than subsequently: My driving instructor’s white Corolla – André from the RACV Driving School must have nerves of steel, and his car a ... [More]
On Friday, rather than the dull conventional: Go to office / work / eat lunch / work / go home drudgery, I had a little excursion to the warehouse in Dandenong. I was to meet some colleagues there at 10:30, and since my home is not too far (in the grand scheme of things), I ... [More]
Here is my… front door. Usual deal, mouse over bits for notes. Do yours and leave the URL in the comments/trackback.
Donnie Darko (DVD). That ending… whoa.