1. If I had to choose between scrabbling around with my fingers, trying to extract the tissue that had dropped flat to the bottom of the box and killing a puppy, there'd be a lot less dog poo in the world.
2. No food could ever taste as good as freshly-cooked chips and gravy smell on a cold winter morning spent doing errands at uni.
3. Katter has exactly what Abbott and Gillard (sorry, Julia) don't: personality and passion. I'm not sure he isn't a dangerous lunatic, but at least he gets excited. I'm fairly convinced that Rudd and Gillard use the same teleprompter
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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.
1. The way I feel about dogs at the moment (twice a day I walk two that don't like each other), I'm inclined to join you on your puppy extinction spree.
ReplyDelete3. For the first time I'm sympathising with people who vote for Bob Katter. I don't know how my sisters in the Kennedy electorate vote, but I now understand the odd tone of affection with which they speak of him.
1. Two walks ... two dogs ... Why not take one at a time?
ReplyDelete(I know why, I'm just eh ...)
3. Like Jules Winnfield said: "Personality goes a long way".
I've been craving vanilla slices. Now I suddenly want chips and gravy. Thanks for that.
ReplyDelete1. Worse is reaching for the last baby wipe left in the container in the glovebox after you've spilled coffee down your crotch and finding that it's bone dry.
ReplyDelete2. Hoeing into a bacon sarnie during a semi-serious meeting at 9am this morning as the other two participants meekly sipped tea made it taste even better.
3. I'm sure that Hitler's neighbours thought he was a bit quirky too....
I love Bob too, even though I'm a leftie and think his ideas are absolutely bonkers. He's salt and pepper in a bland dish.
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ReplyDelete1. I can top that. Going to drop a pooey nappy into the nappy bag while gripping a screaming child by the ankles and seeing the fuking thing floating delicately floorwards.
2. Tea-sipping wimps! Ha!
3. Until he invaded them!
I love a missing
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Don't you?
Bob Katter doesn't believe in Homosexuals. Not such a fan.
ReplyDeleteMad as a Katter. But he makes life more interesting than Wilson Tuckey :)
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