Brisbane. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Wait, no. I was thinking of Ipswich. Ahem. Ipswich. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Brisbane’s a great place to live except for when your life turns into All My Friends Are Leaving Brisbane, which is something I never thought would happen but is. Actually, I don’t know if my life has turned into that movie because I’ve never seen it. It’s more […]
Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, grandpa. The last post I did about grey-haired fuckface baby boomers was, quite frankly, surprisingly successful. While we don’t get much traffic through our little blog, Goddamn Old People was the destination for 30% of the blog’s visitors in the month after it was published. It was more popular than the home page. So, like, four people read it. That got me to thinking about a follow-up.
In last week’s Drunken Speculation, I had a cathartic vent about bankers, their defenders and the GFC. The following words were exchanged in the Drunk Spec offices after I finished typing: “I just finished my Drunken Speculation article! It’s about bankers.” “Is it humorous and light-hearted?” “Um…no.” This was not well received. So ignore the title because this week’s Drunken Speculation is about puppies!