Notes

Jotting bon mots.

A jar of Arnott’s assorted creams playing the role of Atlas holding up the dying embers of luxury in the Qantas lounge.

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.