Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Knowing me knowing glue

The quiche dish is broken once again and I have superglue on four fingers and under my nails. But, and I think we'll all agree this is progress, there's no glue on the wooden worktop! No angry brother and landlord asking why it didn't occur to me to put paper down first.

And it's Anzac Day so there are drunks shouting joyfully in the street.

And there is cheese.

And cauliflower is cheaper than usual. Why is it always so pricey? It's caulifuckingflower. It's not cultivated by teenage virgin gardeners to ensure a purer taste and sharper crunch. And if it is, then they really need to advertise that better.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Things I note in passing

In today's online paper, a heading with 'Sydney's hottest pick-up spot', and then underneath, 'Sydneysiders reveal their favourite places to find love'.

Pick-up love! Oh, I always find it here.

That's not love, sweetheart.