I know it's probably getting boring, but I find these tunnels ever more fascinating. Obviously it's illegal and dangerous to go up them and so I would not encourage it. But from the amount of graffiti in them (around the entrances, not so far in though), you can see that I am not the only one who is looking at them. Many of these tunnels or indeed pipes are hundreds of metres long, and the bendy ones are very dark.
Sea Captain: Sorry about the delay. The chef is having trouble with tonight's special. (camera shows the chef fighting an octopus with knives in the kitchen) Meanwhile, I can send a bus boy out to get you something from a better restaurant.
Marge: Red Lobster?!
Sea Captain: Not that good. Until then perhaps an old sea yarn might pass the time. (pauses for a moment) Too bad I don't know any.
Lisa: I know one, about the most important sea voyage in American history — the journey of the Mayflower.
Sea Captain: Aw, yes. The ship that brought prostitutes to America.
Lisa: Protestants!
Sea Captain: Now who's being naive?
One can make any amount of comments or observations of or about the sea and the beach. Australia has its own mythos about beach culture, which is as worthless to discuss as Durkheim.
I am ambivalent about the sea, but the meeting of beach and sea for me was transformed by reading Weight by Jeanette Winterson, but beyond that swimming is OK.
Also Durkheim was an idiot
In an empty pointless pointed building
Eris stands before the altar
The blood of man on walls unwanted
The elderly at home instead
But in Canberra beds
Every Friday night parishioners
Privileged girls give votive offerings
Cutting deep on tender thigh
Found in Wanniassa (by the tennis courts by the High School). It's a bit of an all encompassing insult, I am trying to think of a suitable context for using it.
I invite comments on the movie, if you say anything bad about it however, I will hunt you down and take a masonry hammer to your knees.
Seriously I just added Sitemeter, see bottom of page, I mean it about the hammer
