Since the comments on my previous post mostly said I should do whatever the hell I want with this blog, let me share this bit of irony (not really irony, but irony in the style of Alanis) with you.

Some deeply confused soul just arrived here via the Google search “what to wear out in the fortitude valley”, immediately followed by someone looking for a deportment seminar. I’m sorry to disappoint, but unless your ambitions run to slouching around with bad hair and minor variations on the jeans/trousers/black t-shirt theme, I suggest you ask one of the young folk. I may be able to help out with the witty repartee, however.

Also, based on recent experience I can offer the following: when you’re super-proud of getting over a cold in double-quick time, it is probably not a good idea to celebrate your recovery by spending most of the weekend going out in the fortitude valley, bubbling with said witty repartee until the wee small hours. ‘Cos colds have a way of coming back, with a vengeance.