Literally, a fire sale, selling sooty books. All these books were $1 or $2 from Elizabeth’s Books warehouse in Fremantle, which was the perfect opportunity to pick up a few classics that I’ve always meant to read as well as a few strays that caught my eye. Great for dipping into while on hols, especially for the 3-day train ride back home.
I just got an invitation to join the facebook group “I tap slow-walking people on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me please!”
Uh – no.
Fuck no. With cherries and sprinkles. And the sauce of your choice.
Laying your hands on me without invitation, strangers, sure isn’t going to speed me up any, but it may well piss me right the fuck off.
Further to the story on a doctor working in rural Victoria denied residency because he has a son with Down Syndrome, CBC News Canada has reported that a critical care doctor’s residency status has been up in the air because… Read More ›
but judging by how long it took for my dearly beloved to obtain a decent Amontillado sherry last night, we have the only bottle in the Inner West of Sydney. Yah boo sucks to the rest of you. So what’s… Read More ›
Sunday’s Big Brother UK brought with it an elegant vectoring of a classic gross-out urban legend, so I thought I’d share.