Its never too late

Ahhh The Mighty Boosh.
I am da moooooooooon.

I have had so many things to write and never gotten around to writing them. I have no attention span. I can't even gaze at clouds anymore, and that is despite them being different from the clouds in Victoria, somehow more coastal I think.

There are some strange differences here. That is what I wanted to write about. You know how in the Flinders St Train Station that at peak time and for most of the day, people who want to wait for the escalator to doing its thing whilst remaining stationary will stand on the left and the right hand side becomes a moving mass of people, desperate to cut two seconds off their lives by getting ahead ahead ahead. This does not happen in Perth. Not at All. Everyone gets on the escalator and wait. Even in peak hour. Everyone knows it will take two seconds to get to the top, so they stop and stare.

Another one. Everyone and I mean everyone says thanks to the bus driver on their exiting of the bus. Mostly verbally, but sometimes it is a wave or a nod. "Thanks Driver" is what i say. No one feels like a nob saying it cos they are offering their thanks completely sincerely. The only time this does not happen is when there is a mass exit - such is that occurs at a central station.

Lattes. I have mention this previously. The giant milkshake latte is the standard in Perth. I imagine it is like that because everyone makes such shite ones, that they apologise with size upgrades. It doesn't make up for it.

Meh. Right now I want to be so many things that I get nausea thinking about it. How can I fit all these things into my life? By thinking about them. If I did them then I would be tried. Oh, I am tired.

Its Roger's birthday sometime around now. Crazy Swedish man! I might call him.