Been relocating my ass the past week.
I checked my mailbox for letters from panicked readers, and there was a late toll notice and a special deal from Chicken Treat offering a second meal of same or lesser value to the first one, absolutely free.
Ever since I've been plagued by recurring nightmares of Julia Gillard in a revealing silk négligé, I knew I needed to move further away from Canberra. Fast.
It's really nifty here. I think of it as the Vladivostok of the southern hemisphere, sans similarities of any kind.
Sadly, whenever a man strikes out on his own in a rugged display of individuality, he draws the inevitable copycats and lampreys - and this latest one's as big as Texas. No longer content just to rip off my eye-pleasing site layout, this time he's opted for a pre-emptive strike and settled more or less down the road. I'll not be responsible for my actions if fate lands us in the same confectionery aisle at Woolworths, because this town is only big enough for one australopithecine alpha, and he looks a lot like the hombre to the right of screen.
