There was an on switch but I didn't dare press it.

The Worst Kind of Pipe

Yesterday morning, I was taking a nap on the Opera House steps when I was so rudely awoken by the violent caterwaul of a two dozen ice-addicts living out a screaming night-terror after days without sleep. Oh wait no, it was just two dozen bagpipes... kilts and all.

Maybe they were playing beautifully but my functioning ear can't distinguish the BWEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-IIIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO of a bagpipe as music. It was a school performance and it would have been better if they had followed the rules of high school performances and played Smells Like Team Spirit badly and done a clompy dance to Getcha Freak On. Instead they just played that stereotypical Scotish song about 10 times in a row with a The Road To Gundagai/Waltzing Matilda medley in the middle.

The highlight for me was this woman in blue who stood quietly and listened.

Be Indifferent

We've all seen these stupid interactive polls in the city. I think they're gone now maybe because we all realised how our button press would be better saved for a lift or as an on-switch for erotic christmas decorations. Either way, the money would have been better spent on something to benefit the city like professional signs for homeless people to use or making Martin Place have motion sensors so whereever you walk it makes a drum and bass music explosion.

or something global warming or Iraq or killing George Bush or blah blah blah...

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