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Ash Monday
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
After spending the Easter weekend with my brother – him writing music while I sang possible vocal lines and worked on my book – Ash & I decided to go out on a … err… thing– would you call it a date? Geeze… I don't know.
Anyway, we'd only met during the Good Friday Exodus of the Drunk Damned so Monday, instead of drinking, we'd be seeing a movie.
A note to anyone who's at all interested in seeing Before The Devil Knows You're Dead: don't.
Wait for it on DVD. We should have.
You'll have more fun going out and taking pictures of whoever you planned on seeing the movie with so go do that (unless you're seeing it by yourself in which case you can keep your roll of film…)
Ash leaning against a wall. You can click on it to see it bigger if you like.
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Exodus
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
ex·o·dus n.
1. A departure of a large number of people.
Something happened on Easter Friday night. Something terrible. Something terribly un-Australian.
As people across Sydney were enjoying a Good Friday – and in some cases a Great Friday – they got sent home.
It's probably safe to say that 99.5% of us out here drink. The lot of us are usually down for a bourbon, beer, or something else, and being a religious day, Easter Good Friday seems like the perfect night to shout someone a drink.
Hey Jesus, it's my shout!
But then something awful happened as 10 pm neared on Good Friday-night…
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Late-Thought Leigh & The Girl At The Checkout
Saturday, January 26th, 2008
There's a really hot girl at the Kemeny's cashier today. Boyish looks, short-cropped hair, a facial piercing: the sort of thing that I love.
She seems bored as hell as she's doing the scan-BEEP!-scan-BEEP! checkout role in that line of work and as I'm paying for some things, I do my natural reaction to people today and say "Happy Australia Day" to her.
She tells me that so far I'm the only one to say "Happy Australia Day" to her. She's been saying it all day to people and not a single one has said it to her first.
So she asks me how my day's been. I reply "mediocre; how's yours?" and she tells me that it's been okay aside for a bit clumsy.
"Clumsy's fine," I say, "as long as you're okay." She smiles a bit.
And then I pay and say "Have a good Australia Day, or what's left of it anyway" and leave the store.
The problem with checkout transactions is that you don't exactly get to be in a conversation with people. You don't learn their name and the single-serve relationship that you've taken part in doesn't really allow you to say "hey, you wouldn't mind getting a drink later".
Not that I could anyway. I'd love to, but as much as I want to be nice to myself, that sort of simple straight-off-the-bat courage isn't something I actually think I have in me.
As I wandered the road of Bondi looking for salad and finding nothing, I realised that maybe I should go back in, buy something like a bottle of champagne or something and say "hey, you wouldn't mind getting a drink later or doing something" but I figured that with my crappy luck, she's probably find me weird, call the manager, or just tell me no, she's got a boyfriend.
I walked after buying crappy salad and thought that she'll probably go home, put her feet up, maybe eat a chicken dinner (because that's what you do in Bondi) and exchange a couple of words with a roommate who will tell her to come out to the pub and see some friends.
…
It's weird what you can create in your mind with words and people you've never really met.
What would you have done?
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Will Smith’s love advice
Saturday, December 22nd, 2007
The following highlighted bit is a link to the Sydney Morning Herald bit where Will Smith says that comedy is a good way to get girls.
Nah… it couldn't possibly that Will Smith is tall, dark, handsome or loaded with money, fame and success. Couldn't possibly be any of that.
Seriously, if laughter was a great way to get women then I surely would've had some success by now. Surely.
As it is, I have to wrestle with a hand… and often I have to get it drunk.
Geeze, I have to drug my own hand. That's just sad.
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