Federal Parliament has started again. Promises of new approaches and maturity and dignity, made only yesterday, are already hollow echoes.
It's STILL raining in Melbourne. It's summer in 18 days and I'm still wearing winter clothes and putting the electric blanket on at night.
Is there an increased incidence of death by umbrella spike?
Whenever I have been to the hairdresser this year it has rained. Anyone need rain? I know how to make it happen.
Driving in Sydney a couple of weeks ago, I saw a sign advising that "Rickety Street is closed". So it should be. Who opened it in the first place?
Seen on the side of a crane while driving in Sydney - Men are from Mars, but this crane is from Maher's.
I'm working on a new song. The working title is "Hot Desking Blues".
How to alienate someone (unintentionally I'm sure): have them work part time, make them hot desk, have no where for them sit when they arrive at work, have unreliable email and don't invite them to events attended by the whole office. See where I get my inspiration?
An ad on television has me puzzled. It was a Christmas sale for one of those cut price chemists. In preparation for Christmas, Nurofen is on sale. Who gives Nurofen as a Christmas gift? If you're going to give me drugs for Christmas, make it worthwhile please. Why not a tube of toothpaste while you're there? An example of the commercialisation of Christmas. More to come I fear.
The corners of my mouth turned up at Flinders Street today as I made my way to the advertised platform. Upon arrival, staff announced a platform change by using the term "musical platforms". Finally, recognition of the reality!
I think the rain is getting to me. It could be worse.
How are you?