I trust I shall always be there for my friends, @garthk. With apologies to @ccohanlon, whose tweet this is.
The Arch Window number 32, in which we kill our parents but only metaphorically but I really do want to kill stab kill them all I hate them I’m fine really how are you?
The Arch Window number 31, in which we fuck.
The Arch Window number 30, in which we go looking for ourselves. With a microscope.
Want to know what to keep an eye out for as the presidential election unfolds? Got your back. The US presidential election is one of the two great quadrennial spectator spectaculars – right up there with the You Know Perfectly
The Arch Window number 29, in which we express solidarity for the downtrodden, the poor loves.
The Arch Window number 28, in which we digitally probe the world and then wash our hands very, very carefully.
Up early, damn, still can’t find the missing key card for the hotel room. Come on, boys, come on, the bags are in the car, we need to be going. Driving, breakfast in Goulburn, driving, feeling drained. Pull over an
I had plans: Questacon, Parliament House, the National Gallery if we had time. After breakfast in Tuggeranong, we made it to Questacon at about 10am. And that was the day. We left when it closed, at 5pm. We did not
Not the best day, although I suspect that I feel it most. Into the city, and there have been changes in the 20 years since I was last here. The most obvious is the sprawling enclosed mall that now essentially