The sea birds are taking advantage of the end of the football season and setting in on the Henry Fitzgerald McCracken Recreational Ground. Watch out for the rollers though fellas, cricket is just around the corner!
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Does this indicated that a storm is coming. That seems to be the time we get gulls inland on the football fields.
Obviously the seas are up.
BTW...your cousin, Cody, had a big win on Sunday! Back-to-back premierships for him! He is still out celebrating. He tells me that 'mad Monday' will be turning into 'mad Tuesday'! God, I hope his liver can withstand the onslaught! His last conversation with me went along the lines, "Muvver dearesh, shwuuytd hdytgav mnndysbhgash bleeeh!!" or at least that is all I could make out!
Sounds like Cody must have picked up a concussion...