I think I saw disgraced wellness blogger Belle Gibson at Northcote pool the other day. She seemed to be having a nice time, despite being disgraced. She must get recognised a fair bit. That would be shit. But she didn't have to bullshit everybody. That was her call.
I think I've been mispronouncing Mandarin my whole life. I say Mandareen. But there is no 'e' at the end. I think I'm fucking it up!
My tram is being closely followed by another tram. My tram is making a valiant effort to be efficient by only stopping at the stops that people want to alight at. Prospective passengers can get on the next one. But people want to get off at every stop. It's an impossible dream and I think I can feel the tram drivers heart sink a little every time someone pulls the cord. So to speak. New trams don't have cords. Just buttons.