Australia is deadly

Expanding on yesterday’s post, wherein I spoke of my back yard’s contempt for human life, here’s Dylan Moran (my boss’s cousin), who ventured south with kids in tow to find a former jail-island teeming with hostility. He makes one point hat I can truly identify with:

“It’s a totally inhospitable place, you shouldn’t be here. The sun – you live about three-quarters of a mile from it.”

The heat here is oppressive. You don’t sweat, pieces of your body liquefy and slide off your body into a cancerous pool at your feet. And this summer is a chilly one. Gawd.

On the plus side, I’m sitting in work in flip-flops and a pink flowery shirt, which I wouldn’t get away with at home. However, I assume John Waters does the very same, changing into a morose black turtleneck and trenchcoat before trudging out the door.

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