It had been only three or so months since I’d driven the road between Canberra and Melbourne, but the landscape looked so different. While previously the hills were an eye-piercing yellow, they were now a lush and rolling green. The rains had come and life had exploded which also had the unfortunate effect of increasing…
Rob in front of the ‘red zone’ …. Sometime in the 1980’s. The phone was hung up with a slam rather than a gentle hanging up. It was a 70’s era wall-phone and the give in the plastic immediately bounced the handset back out of the cradle. “Keating is a f***ing prat. He’s more…
bing………….. bing……….. bing………. A hotel for kings and queens, surely! The sweet little display just inside Rob’s front door. Feeeeeeeel the blick love. A bit of Remington 2 love, while you’re at it. A tired eyed yours truly, and the Standard folding with my name on it. (Robs blog) Oh dear… look…
I’d taken an RDO from work, but I still woke up at 5am. I collected a passenger and dropped them at work before I dropped my car into airport parking. The courtesy bus from the parking place was crammed with a Maori family heading to the international airport, and their baggage took up the entire…
The Filthy Platen 