When Volkswagons Take Over the World. #015
Firstly, now that I have managed to recount the entirity of my rants from when I was at sea, I have decided that I shall number each post. Number continuity is such fun. Really, it is.
A lot has happened over the past week or so.
Aeryn came up to Sydney, we went clubbing and dinner and stuffs. It was all very fun. I had to go back to work at the end of it. Never a fun thing to do. But still, there was Hellfire in the midst of it. That was the clubbing we went to while she was up here.
And my god was the dinner excellent. I took her out to the Blackbird Cafe, down on the waterfront at Darling Harbour. I had the Kangaroo Fillet, rare of course, in a delicious plum sauce. So very very tender. She had the Chicken and Avacado Risotto, it was also very nice apprently.
It was fun, although, as many would know from my conversations with them on this topic, the one downside to having an open door policy to anyone wearing the right apparel at that sort of occassion is the much older men, alone, wearing nothing but a g-string. It's both an ugly look and a depressing concept. Hey I don't care if it's a couple, of any usage of the term, but please, single men, we do not want to see your hairy, swollen bellies as you go on the prowl for someone to whip you.
But what the hell does any of this have to do with the title of my post? Well, nothing really, but I am back upon the Berocca. The problem is, that it keeps you awake, far too awake without enough energy to really do anything with it. Of course, the lack of energy could be the apathy of being back at work after a really great weekend. Watched a lot of Nip/Tuck in the process too.
And on the way to work. Saw the new model cop car that's kicking around in Sydney. This weird metallic, almost gold coloured volkswagon beetle. Yes, that's right a VW Beetle is the new cop car. Tough isn't it. I wonder how well that thing would do in a high speed chase. Not very well is what I'd think, unless they totally replaced the engine... and like, the entire car.
A lot has happened over the past week or so.
Aeryn came up to Sydney, we went clubbing and dinner and stuffs. It was all very fun. I had to go back to work at the end of it. Never a fun thing to do. But still, there was Hellfire in the midst of it. That was the clubbing we went to while she was up here.
And my god was the dinner excellent. I took her out to the Blackbird Cafe, down on the waterfront at Darling Harbour. I had the Kangaroo Fillet, rare of course, in a delicious plum sauce. So very very tender. She had the Chicken and Avacado Risotto, it was also very nice apprently.
It was fun, although, as many would know from my conversations with them on this topic, the one downside to having an open door policy to anyone wearing the right apparel at that sort of occassion is the much older men, alone, wearing nothing but a g-string. It's both an ugly look and a depressing concept. Hey I don't care if it's a couple, of any usage of the term, but please, single men, we do not want to see your hairy, swollen bellies as you go on the prowl for someone to whip you.
But what the hell does any of this have to do with the title of my post? Well, nothing really, but I am back upon the Berocca. The problem is, that it keeps you awake, far too awake without enough energy to really do anything with it. Of course, the lack of energy could be the apathy of being back at work after a really great weekend. Watched a lot of Nip/Tuck in the process too.
And on the way to work. Saw the new model cop car that's kicking around in Sydney. This weird metallic, almost gold coloured volkswagon beetle. Yes, that's right a VW Beetle is the new cop car. Tough isn't it. I wonder how well that thing would do in a high speed chase. Not very well is what I'd think, unless they totally replaced the engine... and like, the entire car.