Q is for Queen

I am by no means patriotic. At least not compared to Australians, who not only like to fake-tattoo their own faces with Australian flags at every given opportunity. But they love being patriotic so much that they've even extended their loving hand to The Queens birthday too. A celebration The British have failed to give a shit about entirely. 

It might be important to point out that the day they celebrate this isn't actually the Queens birthday, nor is it even in the same month as the real thing, but fuck it. Any excuse to throw a party ey?...

P is for Prostitutes

I live in an area  of Melbourne which is famed for it's ladies of the night. And within that area I live on one of the main drags. I have been asked if i would like "a lift somewhere" more than once now... Perhaps, it's time to take a step back and re-evaluate my appearance.

Below you will find examples of the subtle sexual bombardment your subconscious is exposed to when taking a leisurely stroll down Grey Street. It's no wonder the sex trade is booming. 

Dogging anybody?

A sexual add for a removals company.

Hello Officer.

...indeed you dutty buggers.