From my blog reading list a couple of weeks back:
Ah, the opportunities provided by merely winning a gold medal or two. Underwear deals, TV appearances and a personally branded range of ICBMs. Eamon's really worse off for breaking up with her, going out with an international warmonger has its perks.
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And now to offload my latest round of silly photos. Our first stop comes from the home of Japanese cuisine in Melbourne - Chinatown. That's right, even all Asian food tastes the same.
Ginza is a very odd kind of place. Sure, they serve food right in front of you on a giant metal griddle. Sure, there's a lot of showmanship and skill in the way they cook and serve food. I'm not sure if they had to throw it at us though. We all managed to catch it rather well, though this poor guy at the party next to us had a whole lot of rice on the floor around him. Maybe he really hates fried rice.
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| From Say Something... |
You generally notice big changes in a public space, especially those involving giant hot air balloons under the Melbourne Central cone. Typical drunken balloonist behaviour, never looking where they're headed.