Notes

Jotting bon mots.

For someone who doesn’t play drums, I consume a hell of a lot of drumming-related social media content.

Spring carnival racing couture looks like a frill-necked lizard freshly ejected from a Dyson.

Nothing attracts local tradies and council workers like having a portaloo placed on your verge.

I wasn’t prepared for the tradies next door kickstarting their week by blasting The Bodyguard soundtrack.