Time Waster by Emmjay
Over at our friends’ place at Crikey, they ran a competition about whether Canberra was wonderful or the armpit of the Nation:
My Entry didn’t place (how surprising), but I liked the idea of a succinct take on our National Capital – and stuff them for a laugh ! Here it was:
Canberra – Remandberra
Lest I be criticised because of a perceived bias against our Nation’s hapless capless, let me first say that there are some extremely pleasant and cheerful folks who dally there on their way to somewhere significant. I think I just made that up to create a false sense of balance.
They allegedly hold massive art extravaganzas in The National Gallery. People go in droves but few return. It’s like a cubist Bermuda Triangle.
But that’s it for Canberra. It’s a place that people drift into – the same way as they do in a remand centre.
Canberrans have the appearance of mice that have just received invitations to the Snake’s Picnic Day. Things will soon get far better or much worse – depending on the caprice of what is laughingly referred to these days as “a career move”.
And like a remand centre, Canberra is a place with dodgy food and even more suspect travelling companions. I say “Take a return ticket, a cut lunch and watch your back”.
Emmjay of the Pig’s Arms.