Yep! There are many reasons to complain and yet …
PS: In case of emergency, drink HIBERNATION ALE from Denver, Colorado. They may know how to stop the Beer Virus.
Beer bottle graphics pngtree
Edited version of the article I wrote for The Canberra Times FEB 2012
Faster. Faster. Quick. Quick. Click. Do it. We live in a high-speed click-on click-off culture where little time is dedicated to thinking things through and a great deal of time is spent making snap decisions and, as I suspect when flicking through the free to air TV channels mumbling ‘Not that one. Not that one. Nup. Maybe. Nah’, we also dedicate a lot of time to trivial indecision. It seems that we are often faced today with too much choice yet, paradoxically, too little of what we actually want.
Needless to say, romance, love, and commitment are duly processed by the culture into a series of quick click decisions. There is speed dating, sexting, instant text dumping (Iz ova gdby), one-click defriending on Facebook as well as the instant Hook-Up Culture through Tinder. It is a wonder that anyone can actually fit a wedding into such a quick turn-around dating schedule.
The day after Valentine’s Day, however, came as a surprise. I was shocked to discover that media outlets around the world were publishing lists of Breaking Up songs. Is that it? You get one day of romance now and it’s over. I suspect women around the world anticipate that a roses-and-candlelight romance would extend beyond one day. Or should we embrace the brutal reality of high-turnover relationships and call 15th February Bleeding Hearts Day for all the love victims or something more cynical like POTS Day as in Piss Off The Sleazer Day.
Rather than seek out a Breaking Up song, perhaps, jilted lovers could just re-engineer the love songs to fit their status. Here are a few suggestions:
I Honestly Love You by Olivia Newton-John
Maybe I mope around here
A little more than I should
We both know I’ve got nowhere else to go
Because you took my credit card
Then jumped into my much-loved car
And drove off in the after-glow.
I loathe you.
I honestly loathe you.
You Needed Me by Anne Murray
I cried a tear, you watched TV
I was confused, you drank a beer
I sold my soul, so I could pay the rent
When I complained you got all shirty
Somehow you shafted me
You gave me strength to stand alone
To take the world on my own again
You slept in my bed, but you’re a tool
‘Cos then you went and denied all paternity
You shafted me, you shafted me.
Or, perhaps the jilted lover could simply text: Iz ova? 4Q.
FROM THE ARCHIVES:
Ministers of Education have been alarmed in the past to discover Australian High School Students know very little about the history of this country. The following essay by Ashlee M, Year 8, Coolathanu High is believed to be included in some bureaucratic report somewhere.
Australia is a large incontinent that lies in the Specific Ocean except for Tasmania which doesn’t know where it is. Australia is very hot because the Topic of Popracorn is in Queensland somewhere, which means Queenslanders are sweaty and can grow topical plants in their ears. But the most important topic is the topic of Cancer because if youse get sunburnt, Omigod, ya gonna die.
Full Article: Captain Hook and the History of Oz
I grew up in Kyneton next door to the CFA, the volunteers who risk their lives for the community, fighting fires in, often, 40°+ (104F°+) heat
We Aussies aren’t big flag-wavers … but, for so many reasons, the CFA makes me proud to be an Australian.
With a little help from not necessarily sober friends here is our parody of THE WHO’s era-defining hit song of the sixties My Generation.
For those still standing: MY GENERATION: Talkin’ ’bout, um, what? THE WHO PARODY
50 YEARS LATER:
I got together with some friends to produce this parody of the 1969 John Lennon song with the Yoko Ono Band: All We are Saying is give PEACE a chance.
Those of us you survived the next 50 years have a different view. From the Psycho Oh No! Band: