Flagrantly Random

I never know what to say to a hairdresser when they ask “So what do you want?”. Nobody ever teaches you, and it’s not like there’s a McDonald’s-like menu board you can choose from (”I’d like a McMullet with extra fringe, please”). On top of this, I only get a haircut about twice a year. […]

After three arduous years, I finally have my open driver licence. This means my demerit points limit has been increased from 4 to 12, and more importantly, I can have alcohol on my breath and not be (as) worried about being pulled up by the fuzz. Huzzah!