hell on earth
I think, though I’m willing to be convinced otherwise, that I have found the most god-awful location in the known universe.
Place: Photo printing booth, Big W, Eastland
Time: 11:45am, the Saturday two weeks before Christmas.
To really appreciate the ghastliness of the place, you need to have spent the best part of 40 minutes driving around in circles attempting to park the vehicle and extract the whining family members.
Go on, I dare you. Can you think of anything worse?
Running
For some reason, the way I’m walking today reminds me of an extremely old, probably offensive, joke about gypsies. You know the one: Why do gypsies walk with bowed legs? Because they have crystal balls.
So no running today, but I may venture out tomorrow morning if I managed to staunch the flow of blood.
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one word (okay, 2): Bike Shorts.
Or Skins, or tacky nylon lycra things from Target. No crystal ball required. :p
Thanks for that Louise. I usually use this word: vaseline, also these four: do it in advance.
I bet you won’t forget the vas next time.
WHAT on earth possessed you to go to Eastland 2 weekend before Xmas??? Did someone give you a lobotomy?
I wager that the second most drab, depressing and hellish place on earth was the Box Hill bus terminal earlier this year when they were putting the train line under Middleborough Rd, or worse still the shuttle bus to Blackburn Station, I am still in therapy.