Bye bye baby

Australia Post is responsible for many bungles including but not limited to missing parcels, Christmas presents that arrive a year late, and these unapologetically deranged uniforms from the 1960s: It’s not a dress, it’s a tunic Kill me   What they’re not responsible for is your missing baby shower invite. I wouldn’t subject my enemies … Continue reading Bye bye baby

Come fly with me

I’m always amazed at the difference between my pre and post flight self, particularly on long hauls. Before boarding I’m optimistic, chipper even, remembering only the highlights – new releases, my own butler, the free toothbrush. Once I’m around six hours in, those pleasant memories are revealed for the lie they are. The food’s not … Continue reading Come fly with me

Up in smoke

The other day I refused to sell cigarettes to a girl who was still wearing her school uniform. I should probably have just served her and let natural selection take its course, but a tiny part of me held out hope that with the right guidance she might, one day, overcome her intellectual shortcomings. About … Continue reading Up in smoke

Laugh lines

Coles Express attracts all types of oddbods. Myself, for example, or the customer that comes in to work at the same time every Saturday morning to buy a copy of the West Australian, a coffee and a cheese and ham sandwich. He is an older gentleman with a bad combover and worse teeth. If I … Continue reading Laugh lines

Bye bye baby

Australia Post is responsible for many bungles including but not limited to missing parcels, Christmas presents that arrive a year late, and these unapologetically deranged uniforms from the 1960s: It’s not a dress, it’s a tunic Kill me   What they’re not responsible for is your missing baby shower invite. I wouldn’t subject my enemies … Continue reading Bye bye baby