Friday, December 30, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Falafel Stop
For all those who say that we definitely missed a dinner spot on Gouger Street:
It was Triton's fault.
That dude was, like, heavily starving by the time we picked him up. Tess had to restrain him from consuming someone's leather handbag.
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| I can haz invisibl hand bag!! |
Eventually.
However, we were first forced (by Triton) to stop at the very next place that served food for a small snack.
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| Triton: Small snack. Everyone else: Competitive Eating Rounds 1 to 5 |
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| AAA-OOO-GAH!!! Dinner time!! |
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| While Triton appears to be sedated, seconds later he launched himself at glass and the treats beyond like rabid eagle. |
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| "Then Ah'm onna eat dat purty liddl camera too ..." |
Falfel Stop was a highly impressive place to eat with friendly staff and many things on the menu which we were too scared to try in case Triton ate them from our fingers.
Bring on Concubine!
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.