From the monthly archives:

August 2002

I Can’t Find My Prostate

August 24, 2002

Some friends of mine already know about this and have likely already chortled at my astounding lack of basic knowledge. I’ve now been forced to post this here too because I lost a, uh… bet.
Look. The simple story is that I forgot the word “prostate” when I was trying to explain something to a friend. [...]

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Sizzling

August 23, 2002

‘There’s got to be somewhere we can eat,’ moaned Adam, as we trudged our way around the block for the third time.
Yes, even though we live on a street renowned for its higgeldy-piggeldy range of international cuisine which can result in varying stages of bowel problems; we are never able to agree where to eat [...]

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Most Embarrassing Incident in Professional Career to Date: Candidate #1

August 19, 2002

Scene: The foyer area of Jeb’s work. All staff have left for drinks at the local hotel.
Jeb enters stage right and Respected Office Worker enters stage left, simultaneously.
Respected Office Worker: Oh! I thought everyone had gone out for drinks.
Jeb: (stumbles through drunken haze) I just went.
Worker: Ah. But now you’re here.
Jeb: (has a good long [...]

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Theme Toilets

August 13, 2002

Our new local pub is quite possibly the most average, middle-of-the-line hotel you could imagine.
You’ve got a couple of TAB TV screens showing the horse-racing. A couple of pokie machines bunged in the corner to guarantee at least some flow of steady revenue. The usual beers on tap for a Sydney hotel.
And subsequently, only a [...]

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iCough

August 7, 2002

Adam has become ill over the last few days, and not in the Channel V sense of the word.
For the most part, he’s been suffering a searing fever, which has proven most convenient for me on these cold winter nights. Yet I can never tell if he’s putting everything on or not.
In the last hour [...]

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Food With Altitude

August 5, 2002

It’s always puzzled my friends that Adam and I refrain from giving each other presents on our birthdays. No big deal to us, though: we’re both just pigheaded and are convinced that each of us has no idea what we should be giving each other, even after almost three years of going out. So on [...]

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