Firstly, bogong moths. Apparently, it is well known that StinkTownTM, being on the migratory path for these flying pieces of sh*t, is a major attraction for bogong moths. The lights of Parliament House act as a beacon, drawing in hundreds of thousands of the little disease bags.
What is less well known, I suspect, is that within the 'major attraction' that is StinkTownTM, there is an even stronger beacon. Specifcally, my head.
Or even more specifically, my head, at night, when I'm in bed.
Sneaky little f*ckers.
Of course, this leads to me jumping around the room in my
Apparently I adopt some kind of comical martial arts-style attack pose. So what.
And November is the peak month for this.
At least I know I'm not alone!
Also pissing me off is stupid bloody November afternoon thunderstorms. Its like what Gareth says of jelly: I just don't trust the way they move.
And they come every single day with the black clouds and the scary thunder and unfunny hailstones, threatening to damage my car's body panels and inflict much pain and bruising if I happened to be out on the motorcycle.
So anyway, on another note, occaisionally of a morning I am treated to the glorious sounds of MandyFM.
MandyFM is named after the GoodWife who now and then wakes up with a stunning array of classic music tracks in her head and has the decency to share them with me (bless her heart).
So this morning's treats were:
1. She Bangs - Ricky Martin
2. Erotica - Madonna
3. Rhinestone Cowboy - doesn't matter who sang it first
4. Chained to the Wheel - Black Sorrows
With gems such as these, who needs real radio?