…to the show that never ends, or, as Canada’s poet laureate Neil Peart would have it, “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.”
In case you were already reading this blog when Jesus was a boy and dinosaurs roamed the streets of Brisbane in search of an establishment that would serve a decent meal after 9 pm, you might recall that I used to publish each and every entry in two languages. I have decided not to do this any longer – if you can’t read English, feel free to give me a call and I’ll give you a quick synopsis. Our operators are standing by. Your call is important to us. Please hold.