It was great. I met a professional cricketer whose studying Complicated Mathematics at Sydney Uni. He and his friends slated another university which they mistakenly thought I had attended. I didn't have the smarts to get in there. While they all laughed with their perfect teeth, I busily salted their food with a powerful, yet slow acting lazitive. They'll feel completely enervated by tomorrow afternoon.
Speaking of seamless segues, I was pretty enervated myself last week because it was so hot. I think I'm still wilting a little bit. Here is some local signage which shows how hot it was.
Translation: Hot.
But now it's Tuesday afternoon, I'm hung over and trying not to cry because some heartless bastard has, knowing that I'm feeling delicate, put a Cat Stevens album on. It's one of those nasty paranoid hangovers where you're all too aware of your shortcomings; like too much nose hair, or being unable to write meaningful dialogue.
I can sell books like this one, however. And you should buy it.
Email info@bookgrocer.com to express an interest, and someone will almost certainly contact you. It's $20 plus postage. DEAL!
1 comments:
Can't believe you don't like Cat Stevens. that's devasting.
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