OMFG it is cold

It was not that long ago that SAAK spent a great deal of time in inane conversations commencing with “how hot is it”, now, the god of weather has decided that one good extreme deserves another.

The last few days in the middle of nowhere have started with the thermometer reading somewhere between, “work it out for yourself” and “fucked if I want to be out here”.

The really sad thing is that it’s going to get COLDER

Now, SAAK grew up just outside of Canberra and it gets cold there, but sadly that is during the before time, before the memory kicks in.

Suffice it to say burrrrrrrrrr.

SAAK has better stories to tell, well, more entertaining to SAAK anyway, but bed, with a donah and two blankets, looks a little too appealing right now…

Are you happy?

What kind of ass backwards vapid question is this?

SAAK seems to have had this enquired of him an inordinate number of times recently and it has got him thinking.

SAAK’s stock standard reply to such a query is “about what”, but, in retrospect this could be construed as somewhat passive aggressive. So, what then, SAAK cannot for the life of him envisage a circumstance where “yes” is the correct response, surely no one is happy all the time.

In SAAK’s entirely sheltered opinion happy is a fleeting thing, it’s an eight iron from one hundred and fourty meters that, the moment it leaves the club, you know is within three feet. It’s an unexpected comment from a complete stranger that provides a momentary escape from reality.

Whilst SAAK’s utopian vision of a complete moratorium on dumb-ass questions seems some time off, he is left to ponder this, perhaps it’s better not to share the absolute “NO, don’t be a dick” that would be closest to the truth and go with the smile blankly and nod and hope that someone somewhere is on his wavelength and will come into his existence soon.

Curse Sir Walter Raleigh

He was such a stupid git.

Yes, the enviable has indeed lived up to its definition. After several weeks of hard drinking, SAAK is forced to admit he has again taken up with his old reliable friends Messrs Benson and Hedges.

At the end of the day blind freddy could have seen this eventuation, small country town, nothing to do in the evenings but drink… and hey what better accompaniment to Alcamahol and cigarmarettes, throw in some caffeine and you have the trifecta of SAAK’s favorite drugs.

Things are slow here and, despite the people around, a little lonely in the middle of nowhere, next time you’re in the neighbourhood, stop by, SAAK could do with the pep up.