My parents got a new doona for their bed. It’s got too many colors. It’s not really the sort of thing you’d want to wake up and see - you’d sort of be like, ‘Oh God, so bright… might roll over for five more minutes.. mmm … zzz’ A friend of mine once commented that the Jam Factory shopping centre in Melbourne has the same ‘too many colors’ effect every time you walk in there.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned my doona cover theory before. Basically, the fashions of any given decade become the doona covers of the next decade.

Outside our work is an incredibly busy intersection. So it made for some office entertainment when some drugged-out idiot crossed the pedestrian crossing then took it upon himself to sit on a car bonnet and not get off it this afternoon. I’m not too sure what he was trying to prove, he was obviously on something or other. They even got the Transit Police out to try and move him. The Transit Police make me laugh. They can’t really arrest people or anything, they have to wait until the real police turn up. They’re sort of like a diet police brigade.

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