Short Thought 042

This afternoon, while frequenting one of the many bars I frequent, I overheard the following statement uttered by a super trendy young woman playing pool with her noticeably less trendy friend.

There were some real assholes in Footscray last night.”

Yes. I imagine there was. It is Footscray after all. I mean, it’s not Dandenong, or Frankston, but still…

I once saw a man randomly dive onto the bonnet of a car stopped in traffic and vomit onto the windshield in Footscray. At 11:00am on a Tuesday no less.

Good phở though.

Short Thought 037

It’s nice to walk into a place after a 2/3 year absence and not only be remembered but also be greeted with hugs, affection and a genuine concern that something untoward may have happened to you in the intervening years.

It’s the complete polar opposite of having the bouncers of a shitty bar in the Eastern suburbs vaguely remember that someone who kinda looks like you, but with longer hair and a worse attitude, was forcibly removed from their premises 4 years ago after a heated debate with bar staff regarding the pros/cons of their discretionary “cut off” policy.

Ubud, Bali > Dandenong, Australia. Who knew?

Also, let’s hear it for run on sentences!

Short Thought 036

For the last few days I have spent a vast majority of my time slowly sipping from a bottle of beer at a swim up bar in the tropical paradise that is Bali.

Tough gig I know.

It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.

As I’m sitting here people watching, as is my way, it slowly dawns on me that a great many of my fellow beer sipping compatriots have been sipping beer at this swim up bar for a great many hours.

All without ever leaving the pool.

This leads to a most interesting implication.

How many litres of this crystal clear water is actually liver distilled, beer infused urine?

Probably best not to think about it…