Still recovering from the worst brunch ever. You don’t get to call dodgy yellow mayonnaise “hollandaise sauce”. Christ on a fucking bike.
L: “Why is it called Glen 20? What’s so special about Glen? Or 20? Why not Jodie 5?”
Somebody tell @barrysaunders, whatever he’s saying, that I can no longer hear him.
Who needs Discourse Wars when you can unfollow and block people? Hmmm.
Apocalipstick. (On a pig?)
‘Look at me,’ he said before he killed himself, ‘I wanted to be a miniaturist and I’ve got elephantiasis instead!’
Just bumped into @ragamouf at the station. Luckily wasn’t caught out listening to Toto. Phew.
Going old school: Darren Tofts’ Memory Trade.
It reminds me that Andrew Trevillian and Terence Hogan were such a significant influence in late ’90s Australian print design.
