Killing Fields

By Orbea. Pnom Penh. Just up the road from the killing fields. Rue Pasteur actually. Near the corner of Rue de Remarkes. 

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Attack Force Anti Semite

Went to shrine of remembrance (for a piss) and they were selling this piece of crap. Did the Japanese kill Jesus? No. No they did not.  I was born a Tenko man, in any case. 


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Melbourne Vibrancy, is it played?

Since my first superficial view of Melbs vibrancy, (piss and cheese sold together, whoa!) I might have to reevaluate. I’m not sure they are moving to a post vibrant era. They are planting cotton palms. This is embarrassing. Also, I feel that their lawn pizzas are being dispensed in a non ironic fashion. And now we have craft beer, ales and cellar temperature, should we be making beer too cold to taste? It’s not like we have to freeze away the taste of all the CUB beers. And it’s all too try hard on the Yarra. Perth Post Vibrancy would dictate that you don’t grab a bloke and do a sexy dance. EVAH. 


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Free Trade

I’m not sure whether free trade agreements will help or hinder this aspiration. Our Meth is ludicrously expensive, but our heroin..,Swings and roundabouts I guess. Or Ying and Yoni as I prefer 

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Outrage Sunday 224 apoligies 

This outrage has been sent to Bethany. I did pop in, though, to get some mulloway doodles ($79/kg).  


I came near to a meltdown at this. No wonder they are no longer with us. Language banditry.  


This was welcome comic relief. At first blush I was cheery: the tricky word had been handled nicely, but something wasn’t right… 


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Resident Vibrancy

A bloke drinking Beam and Cola on the tram, another driving a mint restored Datsun 120 Y. (Unfortunately not captured). And then my hotel has a licensed Fromagerie. That’s a cheese shop that sells piss. I’ll have half a kilo of Coon (fromage racistisme) and a pony of Melbourne Bitter (petite grail de gatto piss).  Thank you garkon. Sometimes I think Melbourne employs students to enact unbelievable vibrancy tableaux for visitors. oh and a wonderful rotating cub clock. 

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The Man Booker Prizes committee writes



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