Thursday, March 29, 2007

Notes On A Jandal

Nina talks funny.

She writes funny too.

Here's what the pleasantly mannered New Zealander wrote about Flinders Street Station in her brand spankin' blog thingy.
"She is the only station with a gender. She is a grand old dame, full of pigeon shit and criminals, but the pigeon shit spells out great expressions like 'carpet-bagger', and the criminals are Dickensian pick-pockets with fingerless gloves. Apparently there's a big old dance hall up there somewhere that no one uses. You can buy a greasy potato scallop there and feel like history."
Nice one.

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