Sarge: the master of the house, plus Brisbane pics.

It's only the first week of my bestmate Sarge living on his own (temporarily at least - for a couple of months), and I've had to do his groceries for him. Not that I mind. It felt kind of cool, feeling fatherlike (or rather, motherlike) and buying things that I thought he should have. I wouldn't want him to go hungry, you see.

While he has the house to himself, I think I might have to head over and crash every few nights or so. Or maybe even live there for a while. You know, to keep him company and stuff, what with him being in such a big house all on his lonesome. And after a week away, I'm hating coming back to live with my parents, so getting away again would be a pleasant bonus.

Meanwhile, some more photos from the aforementioned Brisbane trip. A bunch didn't turn out as great as I'd thought they would, so there aren't as many as I'd like. Oh well.


A train departs Brisbane Central for points south.


Our stop.


If you'll believe me, this is The Gabba. A poor unfortunate combination of a fast car, poor light and slow shutterspeed.


The Story Bridge over Kangaroo Point.


The City from over the Brisbane River, also at Kangaroo Point.

Listening to:
Title: I Feel Loved
Artist: Depeche Mode
Album/station: Exciter (2001)
Length: 4.20