Hoaxes, Headbangers & Absinthism

Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, 24 September, 2002 - 06:28:02 - print it raw

There was a letter written to the editor of Sydney's least respected "newspaper" today pointing out the obvious lack of Millenium Trains. I found myself agreeing with the author to an extent; "where are they*" but pause to reflect and add "there were never millenium trains to begin with, you fool!" in a high pitched screech across a cafeteria. Unless stealth mode has been activated or invisibility cloaking has been invoked, I will venture both loudly and often that the trains are a hoax and a fraud.

Also, I'd like to draw attention to the Suns Owl & Devloved show @ Caringbah Bizzos this coming Wednesday night. Fearless Ren & Stimpy reporting should catch all the action.

Absinthe can be found at a paricular bottle shop in Darlinghurst. If they wish to be mentioned by name (and they will, at great length and disturbing frequency) then I'd better be paying less than $45 for a 500ml bottle

(* quote may be inaccurate)

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