Connex apologises

She was beginning to dread the sound of her own voice. She should have acclimated to it years ago; after all, her voice was her living. But morning after morning, as the trains failed to pull in, she had begun to wince, as her own insincere condolences to the late and the anxious grated over [...]

Review: The Game

Speaking of local landmarks, I walked past Crystal’s the other night and was horrified to see that it has now been turned into a ‘Larry Flynt Hustler Lounge’, whatever that is. Crystal’s was the butt of innumerable jokes but it was a Brunswick institution, whatever that means.
Anyway, walking past reminded me that I had wanted [...]

Gantcho

I’ve added another band-aid to the collection, but this is a good one. This one’s from giving blood. I don’t want to preach at you all, but you donate blood at least yearly, don’t you? If not, you should. You can read trashy magazines while you wait and they give you a milkshake after and [...]

Winter

On my lunchbreak I walk to the top of the building and out onto the roof. The light is bright and hard, the way it is on hot summer days. Out to the left are yellow cranes and ferries, moving colourful matchboxes around on the dock. Little toy cars are driving around, of their own [...]

Review: Underbelly

So the other night I broke the cake mixer on my left hand. I am now two typing fingers out of commission – important fingers. I also no longer have a cake mixer (or bar mix, or whatever they are called – with the whirly blades), which is a pity. In any case, I was [...]

Help please

There were two men out the front of the house today when I left for work today pulling out the pickets of our fence, and there was a new fence by the time I got home. I vaguely remember something about our landlord wanting to replace the old one and I guess he just decided [...]

Acronym planet

I broke my rule about not discussing American politics tonight over at Seb’s blog, with a few ill-considered comments that were swiftly rebutted. He’s quick off the mark, that Strangio – no wonder the Pakistani Spectator loves him. Now I don’t feel as though I have anything to say of import, which, you are probably [...]

The kite

For some reason yesterday we talked about kites; what sort of kites we had in our childhood and whether or not we would still remember how to fly them. You said you liked the kites that looked like birds and I said that I liked the ones that looked like fish, their mouths open gulping [...]

Interlude

Last night I get a lift home and the boy who drops me off kisses me soft and full on the mouth. I’m too tired to say anything; I am boneless with exhaustion. I slide out of the car and he drives away.
Inside the house smells like stale cigarette smoke. I don’t know who’s been [...]