Melbourne has soared past Sydney as the nation’s biggest city,but that shouldn’t mean just cramming everyone in. That’s what cruise ships are for.
When I was working on a cruise ship,a noticeboard poster said it all:“Please remember that Americans consider it acceptable to brag about their kids. Australians do not.”
While some teenagers wrote profane things on desks,construction workers immortalised crude phrases on the frames of houses before covering them in plaster.
When you have great roads,they need to be maintained. But maybe authorities could just take it easy for a while?
Our neighbours prove Melbourne still has a way to go if we want to be known for more than just our coffee,Spring racing and hipster-brewed beers.
Consider it akin to jury service – except you get to wear a rugged Akubra and revealing khaki shorts.
If The Terminator is smart enough to time travel,it should be smart enough to submit a BAS statement.
The laissez-faire approach to our good boys isn’t working anymore. What we need is more dedicated free-range dog parks.
It’s fun coming up with nicknames for Melbourne suburbs,but I can’t help but hear acerbic intent behind some of it. How about Funbury,or Food-scray?
When you add up all the variables,physical attributes seem to trump other workplace qualities like “persistence” and “teamwork”.
Why follow convention? Drinking beer from a shoe is a convention in Australia,and he won’t be learning that from me. That will definitely be from his mother.