Congratulations
Australian Of The Year
David Morrison!
I was moved by, “The
standard you walk past is the
standard your accept.”
And now the rest of
Australia hears your voice!
You little bew-tee!
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Category: Language
Australian conversations: The petrol station queue
While waiting in line to pay at the petrol station in Albany, a middle-age woman of somewhat dishevelled appearance walked in from the driveway speaking loudly on her phone:
“Who’s driving my Commodore?
If you don’t get out now, I’m calling the cops.
If you don’t get out now, I’m calling the cops!
Don’t ‘okay’ me … d’ya want me to come home and flog the fucken shit out of ya?”
Ah, beautiful Albany.
[Thanks John Bosich for the pic.]
Haiku weather: 29 August 2013
Who needs la bella
luna tonight, when I have
the safe light of home;
the light that is in
equal measure past, present
and future within.
Haiku weather: 26 August 2013
The bird apartment
opposite meets a Monday
surprise of colour.
Haiku weather: 24 August 2013
A bit squashed like a
Dali painting. I’m waiting
for a dripping clock.
