Lester

Someone called Lester with silky smooth hair should release an album and call it 'Lestrous'. Or I could get long hair again and do it under an alter ego.

Also, I just found out how to make line breaks on my phone (as evidenced by the fact there is a paragraph within this blog - yes, I have enough time to kill to want to type a blog out on my phone, although the thumb cramp is already creeping in).

Right now, I'm on a train home that just left Perth. For a Saturday night it is a boring train. You know your city is boring when your weekend night trains have old people with those old-lady trolleys and those ladies don't have cats or shout occasional racist comments.

Actually, while I'm on the subject of public transport, there are number of things that are shitting me at the moment. Firstly, the amount of trains with ridiculously loud bells that sound off whenever the doors close. It hurts my ears, and that leads me to believe it is an OSH issue. I actually took earplugs for a period just before I got my license.

Next is Transperth advertising. My god, how shit is it? Ok, I like the priority seat one with the baby, but that's just funny because of the look on his face. Oh shit, may run out of characters. BRB, double post.