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// Filed under: Life on Sunday May 14th 2006, 9:41 pm I have the most horrible cough. It lowers my voice about eight octaves and makes me sound like I smoke a pack of bitterness-and-sandpaper cigars a day before heading off to my job as a gravedigging baritone opera singer. I also let out lung-shattering coughs every few minutes in what appears to be an attempt to external viewers to vomit up my organs. We took Mum out for dinner tonight, for Mother’s Day, to a little place in East Perth called Little Moorish. Aside from the quite delightful food, I had the incredible epiphany that the back of East Perth is absolutely fucking gorgeous. Especially at night. It’s the most beautiful, cleanly landscaped and tranquil peace of lakeside delight, and I can’t believe I’ve been walking and driving through the city for twenty-odd years now, and never even seen it before. While we were strolling past the lake, a barge pulled in the through the lake mouth and gracefully executed a balletic turn at agonisingly slow speed, showing all the diners on board what I can only assume was a thoroughly exciting view of me peering into the darkness before pulling out again. It was like magic, or something. Anyway, I just thought I’d share. If somebody could go here and help me out with my application for that position, I’d be most appreciative. // 3 Comments
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Doomy says:
May 15, 2006 at 5:20 am
Jess says:
May 16, 2006 at 6:56 pm
Doomy says:
May 24, 2006 at 9:39 am