My brain hurts.
My brain hurts.
It looks like somebody has been reading my posts…
No long after writing a ridiculous and booze fueled take on how the improve the Commonwealth Games English runner Zharnel Hughes has apparently taken my advice to heart and tried his hardest to make the track events more interesting. Continue reading “Hit And Run – The 2018 Commonwealth Games Get Physical.”
Judging by the masses of empty seats on view at every single event, the spectator turnout at the 2018 Gold Coast Commonwealth Games has been quite whelming to say the least.
Gold Coast businesses and tour operators say part of the blame for the lacklustre crowds during the Commonwealth Games and school holiday season lies with hotels bumping up prices.
Frustration has already been levelled at the “overhyped” message urging residents to stay off roads during the Games.
Over eager capitalists pricing themselves out of the game and lazy politicians misreading the situation notwithstanding, I watched 20 minutes of the Seven Network’s coverage last night and I have a much simpler read on the situation. Continue reading “The 2018 Gold Coast Commonwealth Games Have No Game.”
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.
*Edit – Not in a creepy stalker/abduction way. More like “I’m super pumped to see this talented and beautiful, reckless ingenue that I’ve been listening to for years perform live.”
My brain woke me up at 3:40am this morning to suggest that I should try writing fiction.
Then it wouldn’t let me back to sleep because it wanted to explore EVERY SINGLE POSSIBILITY.
Brain, man. I don’t even.
I loathe cooking and having to cook. Yet I’m totally into meal prepping.
Apparently I’ve severely underestimated the allure of rockmelons. Much like the Siren of Greek myth luring an enraptured sailor to his watery grave, the temptation of the rockmelon is seemingly impossible to resist.
A Victorian man in his 80s has become the fifth person to die in a listeria outbreak after eating contaminated rockmelons.
I TRIED TO WARN YOU ALL WEEKS AGO! THIS STORY IS IN THE NEWS EVERY DAY! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! THE ROCKMELONS ARE CONTAMINATED! STOP EATING THEM! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? I DON’T UNDERSTAND!!