Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I salute you, Melbourne hotel bloke.

Bring back national "Giant sausage Day".

It’s the day after “Make meaningless generalisations about Australia” Day – otherwise known as “Australia Day” - so I’m back to give this concept a red-hot crack.

Yesterday I was driving through Collingwood, when I happened to pass a hotel*. Glancing up, I saw a man engaged in a passionate discussion** with someone in the room while smoking a cigarette. The window sill was lined with books and DVDs.

If there’s an image that sums up Melbourne, it would be that bloke.

* Which was closed. Bugger. Although I did have a beer in the beer garden of my local later.

** It may have been about Hegel. It may have been about the cricket. It may have been he finally had the courage to talk to that woman that he always had a crush on***. It really doesn’t matter.

*** You know that chick that you would see sometimes at parties. Wears black a lot and bright red lipstick. Long black hair and a dodgy tattoo on her right shoulder-blade. That chick.

17 comments:

Lewd Bob said...

Was he also holding a pot? Please tell me he was holding a pot.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

It was 10:30 in the morning Bob.

That's a bit early, even for me.

Lewd Bob said...

But the sun was over the yardarm somewhere.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

That's what I keep telling myself, Bob.

patchouligirl said...

I spent Australia day out on Lake Macquarie - it was like a regatta with all the yachts decorated with Australian flags.

Cath said...

I spent the day having cake and coffee in Salzburg, shivering against the snow. How Aussie is that? lol

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Bloody hell, Cath.

Salzburg?

Really?

That certainly beats Collingwood.

Puss In Boots said...

I spent most of the day curled up in pain on the couch, listening to the Hottest 100 (and being deeply disappointed by most of it), nursing my poor hand, which I burnt rather badly that morning whilst preparing the boy's lunch.

And I played some Zelda on my DS and read some books.

Boring. But also fantastic because of that.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Puss, I think you'll find hammering nails into your foot a more pleasant alternative to listening to Triple J's Hottest 100.

And why the hell can't the boy make his own lunch?

Puss In Boots said...

Yes, I fear you may be correct, Ramon. So much dance music this year!

He can, but he was running late, and all I had to do was cook some pasta so he could have it with some bolognaise sauce I made the night before. I burned my hand when I was straining it.

Besides, I'm not one of those feminazis who refuses to do anything remotely resembling domesticity. We share the responsibilities. He generally does the washing up, and also does more of the laundry than I do.

Lewd Bob said...

I went to the beach. Anybody who didn't is un-Australian (unless you had a barbie which is ok too).

squib said...

I went to the beach and then, because it was my birthday, I watched 5 episodes of Little Dorrit and ate cheese shapes

Puss In Boots said...

Count me as un-Australian then, Bob.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Squib, would you be interested in my campaign to bring back national "Giant sausage Day"?

Lewd Bob said...

I think that makes all of us.

squib said...

Ramon, will they crown a King Sausage on the day? That could be exciting

eat my shorts said...

I went to the beach. Anybody who didn't is un-Australian (unless you had a barbie which is ok too).

No beach for me. But I did attend a BBQ, I did eat a sausage in bread with (burnt) onions & tomato sauce & then play cricket. I did drink a stubby.

I also complained about the weather & complained along with my fellow BBQ-ers about wankers wearing flags.