Yeah well, this is my door...

Who the fuck does the Cookie doorman/bitch* and he is a bitch tonight think he is?

Last Sunday when I was there, with a select few who managed to drop over a grand in an afternoon, the bar staff were checking that the drinks were OK because they were so hungover and feared missing their tip.
Yet tonight because some of my "party" and we were far from "party" didn't walk in with me were denied entry. When I went back downstairs to advise "they're with me", Cookies' rules, not mine, the door guy was being such an arse I took the party of 10 elsewhere.
This may sound like an arrogant wank of a rant, but Melbourne hospo know who pay their wages, and the staff certainly know where their tips come from. I was so embarrassed that guests from o.s. who were recommended Cookie got turned away with such an attitude. THIS IS NOT SYDNEY.

*This same fucker has let me take my dog in that bar, but apparently tonight, no poms.

Boxing Day Madness

I was under the impression that people in Queensland were required to drive on the left hand side of the road, same as us down south. So I was a little taken aback when a 4wd with "Sunshine State" plates was coming at me up St Kilda road on the wrong side. He took on six lanes of traffic going in the opposite direction and then veered into the Barkly Street turnoff also facing in the wrong direction.
I silently blessed the public holiday and a very quiet road this morning, but I am not sure the same mistake would have been possible had it been a normal peak hour.

I also saw a woman steal a bottle of water from a 7-11 this afternoon and I didn't report her. When does none of my business cross the line to a moral obligation to become a dobber?

Pushy Krishnas

I must say I was most put out today being accosted by a tout to eat at Gopals. His manner was quite aggressive which didn't scream Krishna Consciousness to me and he was dressed in civilian clothes.
Get the proper Krishnas on the pavement handing out pakoras if you want to market the place.

Sandy Train Inbound, Last Thursday

In my carriage there was:

An Axl Rose lookalike who had even gone so far as having some of the same tattoos done. An amazing homage, well done you.
A boy chroming. Simply too sad for words.
The most well manicured mullet I have ever seen. If only you paid as much attention to the rest of your good self.

And why the fuck are Connex running Hitachis? I am going to have to write to MX if they don't pull their socks up.

The Gossip

Beth Ditto is a goddess.

After the scorching temperatures at Meredith last year I was not willing to take the chance this year.
I am so very glad that I got to see The Gossip in action at The Prince last night instead. I applaud their efforts for driving back to Melbourne and putting on an arse-kicking/shaking show.
I also applaud the fashions on the field. A prize to the woman in the black mod-type outfit sporting the neck-scarf. Class.
A massive "fuck you" is awarded to the idiot who started a fight while everyone was trying to leave. It's very uncool to hit chicks when you are man.

Having to line-up to be let out to smoke in the Prince Bandroom is a definite sign that it's time to stop. So is the cancer and all I guess, but lining up! I mean really.

Sandy Train Outbound

I feel I have to qualify which train.

I watched a guy share headphones with his friend on the way home last night. Whatever track it was was certainly rocking his world and the air guitar that ensued seemed such a private moment I felt like I was watching him masturbate.

The moment was lightened when they tried to get off the train still attached to the one pair of headphones. An awkward manoeuvre that they managed to pull off without disconnecting but it sure wasn't dainty.

Sandy Train

All the way into town I pondered whether I should tell the woman standing in front of me that her cardigan was on inside-out. It was early, so I figured that she didn't have food on it and that she had worn it that way on purpose.
As we pulled into Flinders Street I almost said something. My mouth opened but nothing came out. I changed my mind. I don't know why.
I wondered all day if she was embarrassed when she got to work and someone she loathed pointed it out.