I caught the first five minutes of the new season of Rush last night. I thought it was a tedious cop drama. I was wrong.
Here is my paraphrasing of the opening sequence.
Scene 1: High rise inner-city apartment. SWAT Team gorillas kick in the door, blast the place with tear gas and charge around kicking down doors, wrestling the occupants to the ground and screaming 'Freeze, motherfucker!'. They truss up said motherfucker and his girlfriend like pigs and find a machine gun on the carpet.
'Jeez,' they all go, posing in front of the Sydney skyline. 'Jeez.'
Scene 2: Two cops are administering eye drops to the now un-trussed girlfriend on account of she was in the apartment when they were redecorating it with the tear gas.
'What happened?' they ask.
'I don't know,' she says. 'He just went and got this tattoo and he reckoned it was Bob Marley and I said that it looked more like Bindi Irwin and he just went crazy and pulled out the machine gun!'
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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.
I can't believe you even willingly sat down to watch it!
ReplyDeleteHave you seen The Wire? You need to see The Wire. Like, right now.
ReplyDeleteJeez. What a crock. Jeez.
ReplyDeleteKath - Hey - I turned the TV on and there were guys with guns kicking down the door and shouting freeze motherfucker. Who could turn off?
ReplyDeleteBrocky - I have heard this said before. I will have to spend some of my DOUBLED FOR FREE FOR NO REASON internet quota on this.
Ash - Zing. Well played, indeed.
I feel the reference is going over my head here.
ReplyDeleteI think that's how WW2 started, when someone said Hitler's tattoo looked more like Vera Lynn than Marlene Dietrich.
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