A tiny bit of Brisbane Cycle Chic
The cat had been ignoring the new deck furniture, so I put one of my jackets down in the hope she would embrace it. And I got a pretty awesome result!
On Friday night we tried out Coles home delivery. It was just a test and it arrives in a van like this. I am not quite convinced, al that plastic etc but once we work out if it is good for us, not horribly indulgent and wasteful… well maybe we will continue.
And thus the first super-cold night of the year we tried out a fire – avec marshmallows. Hugh had done an episode of his awsm TV show featuring them just the night before.
But in doing all this, I think we made a huge mistake making a fire. Even though we used wood from a tree I was forced to cut down a year ago but saved for this very purpose – and it was pretty cool for an hour or so – it really stunk up the house with smokey bullshit. Plus I am gradually understanding that the toxins produced by wood fires are pretty heinous.
Today I really do feel like I have smoked a dozen packets of cigarettes while at the same time being stuck for hours in an elevator with another bunch of douchecanoes equally smoking as many cigarettes as they can immolate in the possible timeframe. A tiny bit EVIL>
The marshmallows tasted pretty good but…
The cat seemed intrigued.
Sunday we had a coffee and a light lunch at cafe GOMA. Nice view.
Then I had a mysterious meeting at State Library – which I might tell you about a bit later.
Next was GoldSprint roller-racing at Cartel Bar on Caxton Street in Petrie Terrace. This is Scott with his magic tape measure so he could ensure his saddle on the roller-bike was at exactly the same height as his normal ride. So, so pro.
Marty and Erik sharing a special moment before their race. I raced next but was hoping to actually lose cause I needed to get to a dinner with Dee’s parents at Il Postino a big deal up the road very soon after. But then I accidentally won.
The cute sunset over Caxton Street
Until this afternoon I didn’t realise Jesse Eisenberg was part of the fixie scene in Brisbane. That’s Julian on the right who can SPIN like a fucking GRAVITRON on DRUGS. (Like speed kinda drugs).
The only female participants of the evening managed a DEAD TIE. It was pretty amazing.
This is Rupert just as gobsmacked as me as to what had just occurred and in the background is the results on the screen. But in the advent of a dead heat – the winner is awarded to the person who actually clocked the highest speed.
This is Scotty measuring his shit. LOL
Bjorn in the centre who, apart from help by Erik and Marty, made all this shit REAL. Kudos.
And finally – at Il Postino. The food was pretty frkn amazing.
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