I was a strolling through Civic as I am want to do upon a lunchtime to see if there was something to be mean spirited about. Yea there it was.
A procession of golden oldies and pressganged were marching and singing the praises of God. Nice job guys, you got my attention. Problem? Your signs didn’t name your Church. Now where am I supposed to go for my salvation? Though Canberrans normally avoid leaflet things like the plague, your’s didn’t even have a local address. Thanks for nothing, I’m going to burn in hell for your disorganisation.
Until the Brownies make a reunion tour. Gotta love them sandals with socks!
I then passed by robot-dancing-busker-dude. Business must be good, he’s stacked on some kilos. Also, what ever happened to Nasal girl? The one person I liked to give my change to and she vanished just as she really hit her stride.