I Popped My Cherry

I never thought my first time in actual, hard-copy print would be in the mX.

See below for my now not-so-secret shame.

They printed my rant. That'll learn me.

The End Is Nigh...

Today I sent a text message to mX magazine complaining about one of the articles.

What's next? Letters to the small paper written on a typewriter?

Might as well tune 3aw into the car stereo.

I See The Light

Surely this defeats the purpose of this?

I'm not going all ba humbug, I just don't geddit.

Walk This Way

There are two types of people in this world - those that walk down the street and move for no one, and those that spend all day walking around others.

Which will you be today?

Corner Pocket

I love nights that look like this. Please don't close The Tote.

That Old Chestnut

The Haviana Blow-Out - there really is nothing worse.

What are the chances you'll bust the opposite one on the next pair? And even if you do, you'll never wear them in at the same rate. Instead you'll limp from the right rubber sole to the left, never quite in sync.

Thank goodness this poor bugger lost his in Autumn. It's easier to deal with in the cold weather, a good six months before he'll need to fork out for a new pair.

Keep Yourselves Nice

I've been flashed twice today.
And not by my own knickers.
It was by two separate women.
I'm fairly sure it wasn't intentional, but that doesn't really make it OK.

Ladies of Melbourne I implore you, please keep your hems at a socially acceptable level. At the very least put some opaque tights on in this weather, you'll catch your death of cold.