on the day before
Well it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
1. Apparently all you need to do to win the Nobel Peace Prize is not bomb the shit out of the Middle East.
2. Celebrity MasterChef is rigged. There’s no way Peter Fitzsimons didn’t deserve to get through - for fucks, it’s Peter “I Win At Life So Hard” Fitzsimons! Had they not read Kokoda? Tobruk? His witty and intellectual Sunday newspaper column? And don’t give me that shit about “MasterChef is a cooking competition, Bec, not a competition of awesome,” the man is a former rugby forward for the Wallabies and one of the greatest authors this country has produced, have some respect.
3. The producers of Hey Hey think it’s appropriate to show a blackface skit on Red Faces. Oh but they did make an apology ... no, my mistake, they only apologised to Harry Connick Jr. Not the rest of us who were utterly mortified that that type of skit was lauded as “just our good ol’ larrikin humour.” No, that’s racism. And it wasn’t even remotely funny.
4. To get top marks in Sociology, you only to do two things: have a basic knowledge of formal English, and use the word ‘gay’ in your essay twenty-nine times.
5. I’m beginning to see deadlines as more of a polite suggestion rather than something I actually need to adhere to.
6. First Tuesday Book Club is pretty much just an hour of swooning over Marieke Hardy / Jen Byrne. Who are, by the way, totally femslashing all over the place.
7. Behind their business suits, Epping people are pretty darn gangsta. All it takes is someone playing Nosebleed Section at full blast on their mp3 and suddenly half of platform five is nodding away with attitude.
8. I’m still bitter about the 2007 Hottest 100. Bitter, twisted and looking for revenge. Come on Mumford & Sons, don’t peter out now.
9. Myf Warhurst is a gorgeous, talented writer. In one article she made me laugh, cry and nod in agreement so much that I hurt my neck, all in fewer than seven hundred words.
10. Philly Jays, Yves Klein, Gin Wigmore and Howling Bells have been added to the Homebake line-up. Hurrah! Oh, and some musician named Paul Dempsey. He’s got this little solo album out, heard of him? WELL I HAVE AND I SHALL BE ON THE BARRIER SWOONING AND DANCING AND GRINNING LIKE A MAD WOMAN BECAUSE PAUL DEMPSEY IS EIGHTY-TWO KINDS OF WONDERFUL.