In recent years,I made the mistake of acquiring a taste for expensive booze. I would find beers with exceptional can designs and phrases such as “NEIPA” and “hazy pale” which made me feel special. Now I can’t afford the cheap stuff.
There comes a time in a man’s life when your barber will pause for a moment after the traditional short back and sides is done.
There’s a good chance you’re in need of a friend infusion,but it can be hard when you only relate to others through a proxy.
I’d prefer pub dog numbers to hover around zero. I like dogs,but I also like to choose when to engage with them,and dogs are not big on asking.
Like several million others,on Wednesday I had my hopes dashed. But for me,the fault doesn’t lie with Ticketek. I see it more as a nightclub bouncer doing its burly duty.
What I like about Eltham is how resistant it is to change. Everyone leaves eventually,but most of them come back.
Change can be annoying,but there is nothing more annoying than being wrong about something that makes life better.
All I find in there these days are politician pamphlets and the one or two bills I’ve forgotten to get emailed. Is it time to rip out the mailbox altogether?
By the end of the weekend,you’ve driven more than you have during the week. You’re exhausted. But it’s for a good cause.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it,just a tiny bit. Watching the cryptocurrency house of cards folding one by one is an exercise in schadenfreude.
Bandit was everything I couldn’t live up to. Available. Mental space for play. Aware of his own shortcomings. Non-stressed. An all-round good guy. And by all the dad power invested in me,I hated him.