The numbers for takeaway places are buried beneath magnets from plumbers, tree loppers and politicians, plus of course calendars from real estate agents, some of which are so old the year only has three digits (the calendars I mean, not the agents).
An election campaign is a great time to be a voter, because for a few short months – and only for those months – politicians of every stripe care about your opinion.
Back before the development of the internet, smartphones, and the practice of combining them to cheat at trivia nights, I was a useful person to have on your trivia team.
Recently, I posted that it'd be good if we were allowed to put our mailboxes one metre from the road, so that the postie didn’t ride on the footpath and collide with mothers pushing prams; plus the grass would be able to grow...
As regular readers are aware, I tend to stay away from outright political discussion in my column, because I think it is important that we serious columnists should maintain a professional impartiality. Also, I don’t want to get shot.
It's starting to seem a lot like the ’80s. For a start, my gym has started playing decent music. The big way this feels like the ’80s, however, is that Tony Fitzgerald is back conducting an inquiry into corruption.