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18.06.2007 – Monday 18 June – ANZAC Flour

Morning

• I dropped in some new keys to the real estate, and got the forms needed to transfer my lease, before heading to Toowong for nachos with Maz. I also managed to catch a very scary bus down Milton road, surrounded by men with large balls, hugging. It’s a bit of a mystery actually, because I can’t see how I can have caught a bus down Milton road today, but as they say, a photo never lies.

Evening

• I discovered that ANZAC biscuits, unattended in a gentleman’s bag, will, with time, become ANZAC flour, and that the liquorice allsorts from Coles are vastly inferior to the Black and Gold ones from the IGA. In fact, I’ve had a bit of an eating day. It began with chocolate mud cake for breakfast, followed by nachos for lunch, then an entire bag of substandard liquorice allsorts, ANZAC flour, synthetic bananas, and orange rollers (“jaffas” presumably being a trademarked name). I believe a mixed diet is important for health and vitality, hence the mixture.

Night

• It appears to have rained. This is a good enough excuse for me—a taxi home, with my regular taxi driver.