Bigmouth Strikes Again

Hup hup and away!

Hello frappe-sippers.

Surprise! They hast given me a blog. Frogs are falling from the sky too. It's a day for mixed emotions.

For the purposes of introductions, I've compiled a short interview with myself. You know, in place of that "Hello! My name is...", standing around drinking bad coffee and awkwardly *mingling* shtick, which is totes boz.

Here we go:

What is your favourite cake?

Good. Starting out nice and easy. Actually, I don't eat cake on account of I'm terrified of getting fat.

What is "boz"?

Boz is short for boring. It's best used in conjunction with other Australian slang currently on high rotation: "for realsies" , "heaps", "heaps hard" and "totes" (see above)

Why do you think anyone cares about what you think of anything anyway?

Well now, you know how some people like the sound of their own voices? I like the sound of my own twiggy fingers on a keyboard clacking out combinations of words that are witty and/or vulgar. You may like it, or you may not. I'm doing this to get a book deal, anyway.

What is this blog going to be about?

As all of my career-hobbies have to do with music, this blog will mostly be about music, but because I'm human, there will be human-related stuff on here from time to time too. Stuff like nanna stories and mocktail recipes.

What is your favourite song then?

Honestly, who has just one? Today I was surprised when my ears were finally kidnapped by Lisa Mitchell's Coin Laundry--she has irritating freckles so I was sure it wouldn't happen. I spose that's the thing about kidnappings though, they're pretty much always a surprise.

Where do you live?

I live in Sydney. It has glorious topography and I'd recommend it to anyone seeking to move beyond the parochial confines of ol' Brisbane town. Given that this blog is sponsored by Brisbane (or something) though, I will say this: the Queen Street Mall is delightfully breezy.

Why are you writing for this website if you're not from Brisbane?

Nepotism.

Do you have any allergies I should know about?

I'm ever-so-slightly lactose intolerant. Mostly, I ignore it. This afternoon for instance, just after a seagull attacked my lunch right out of my hand (TWICE!), I bought a chocolate milk and drank it all in ten minutes. Now little bits of sick keep coming into my mouth.

These are the only questions I was interested in asking myself. If the readers have any questions, they may ask.

Warm welcomes,

Quickstix Penny

(music + other things of note)

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