We took refuge from the christmas crowds in Bourke Street Mall to a quieter part of Bourke Street.
Looking skyward in Bourke Street Mall. The dangling bell shapes light up at night.
Manny is visiting from Malaysia again and brought us this fantastic calendar. The only problem is we don't have a wall big enough to put it on. The prints inside are so beautiful, they could be framed. Err, the dates are in English.
'What's that awful smell?' It was graffiti artists at work, off Bourke Street Mall. It was the paint and not them that smelt. If you like a meaty rear, there is one for you delectation.
My father had an HR Holden. Tailights aside, it did not look very much like this.
The sun rises in the east over the Dandenongs and the eastern suburbs. Is that a con trail? Is the government dropping gas on us to make us work harder and complain less? (You think I would have learnt my lesson about mentioning such things after the fluoride post)
And the sun sets in the west, over Port Phillip Bay. Well, we hope so. This is a scheduled post composed before the end of the world last Friday. If you are reading this now, everything is probably ok. Keep calm and carry on.