Entries from April 28th, 2009
Most mornings I wake up just after lunch, or just before. Feed the cats and have avocado on toast, disappointingly unhealthy thanks to an aioli and dill mayonnaise fetish. I then put on swimmers and grab a towel, and leisurely linger my way up Hunter Street Mall.
Svedka, Denaka, Moscovskaya, call it what you will but vodka remains the poison of choice for not quite 140 million Russians and a handful of Novocastrians on a Saturday night. And vodka in the naughties is not just the flavourless watery fluid of the cold war era. It now comes in more
I’ve never had much of an interest in Jesus. Jesus Luz perhaps, Madonna’s latest lover, but not Jesus Jesus. I could never see what the point was. And therefore Easter has never meant that much other than loads of chocolate and pimples. With the exception of course of that one year more
I have never known when to go home. I used to think it was when I either: ran out of money, threw up, or if something particularly unsettling happened. That was until one night in Newcastle when this theory was blown out of my scotch and water… when I ran out of money at The Grand, spewed more
I am not doing much these days, therefore my carbon footprint would be minute, tiny in fact. Since I finished work three months ago I’ve been either asleep, awake, at the beach, or checking the letterbox. This is what I was doing at about 8.25pm Saturday night (while running the bath) more