Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.

So we’ve got some water and a rope again. This was taken this morning in Sullivan’s Cove, right in the heart of Hobart.

Thanks to Willits’ finest, Elaine, I have one of these interweb tube meme things to relieve me of the need to be overly creative. This is a good time for one of these things actually, as I’ve been up since half-past-three in the morning (Ezra got back to sleep, I didn’t) and I’m not faring too well.

All I have to do is reveal five details about myself, and I figure that I can probably manage that so I shall give it a go.

1) I fail to understand what is so special about the work of Vincent Van Gogh. In general, I think that the post-Impressionists were pretty rubbish when compared to the Impressionists.

2) I think that Gough Whitlam seems like a bit of a wanker, to be honest, and I can’t understand why so many people – with many of whom I share comparable political views – worship him.

3) I sometimes regret not throwing in “Napoleon” as a middle name for Henry.

4) I strongly believe that George W. Bush will be proven to have been a better – as in less worse – US President than Warren G. Harding, who was an absolute shocker.

5) I used to have great difficulty telling people that I love them, but I am pretty comfortable doing so now. Well, at least with three people. Everyone will just have to wait until I sort myself out.

So there you go. Easy. I think that I am supposed to ‘tag’ five more people, but in the interest of fairness and equality, I would like to extend the invitation to anybody who would like to expose themselves to the world (the filthy buggers), or are just very tired an can’t think of anything else to write.

Let me know how you get on.