Tuesday 5 September 2006

What on earth does…



…"quintessentially Australian circumstances" mean? In the case of London-based Aussies, it more or less means stooping over a spreadsheet from 8 until 6, chasing a ball around the park for a couple of hours then going to the Walkabout to moan about how crap London and Londoners are.

I was lucky enough to be listening (whilst chock full of Chablis) to a cockney geeza on cabbie FM in the small hours of this morning, discussing the recent demise of Steve Irwin. He started his sentence "I don't want to speak ill of the dead but…" (similar to "I'm not a racist but…"), before spending the following ten minutes calling the unfortunate croc guy a waste of space who had it coming. Shame on him. In a similar spirit, the kind hearted Grauniad is doing more or less the same.

Today's lesson according to St Wikipedia is a list of, um, private practices between consenting adults, that I'd never, ever, heard of until today. Note that this section should be regarded as having a Parental Advisory warning:

As Hugh Grant once said to the awful Andie McDowell, "Christ…I don't know what the f*ck l've been doing with my time. Work, probably. Yeah, work. I have been working late a lot."

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