The Recession is CANCELLED.

I wandered through to a pretty courtyard area out the back, and took a seat. There was a student-looking girl reading a dog-eared paperback. I sat there for a full 10 minutes before realising that you're meant to order at the counter. I gave the student girl a quick smile as to say: 'ya reckon you and Dostoevsky can watch my possessions while I go order a coffee? Thank you.*'

*Don't you think I could write for a weekend newspaper supplement? I think I could. So that's what I'm doing now. My first column is going to be about how other parents (I have two small children) turn up their nose when we arrive at birthday parties with vintage presents. Of course, our close inner-city circle are on the same page, it's the corporate, straight-laced friends friends that don't get it.

Me: I have an aesthetic. I know what I want.

Them: What's that? I'm so uncreative.

Me: I know. I'm actually pretty suprised we're friends.

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A big thank you to everyone who has dropped by BCorTM for a monthly-ish (formerly fortnightly-ish) dose of Recession-based words. I can't believe I've been writing about the Global Financial Crisis since, like, May 2005?

I'm sad to shut this blog down. It is (directly or indirectly) responsible for every piece of writing I have ever done. From the time I tried to write like Douglas Adams, to the time I tried to write like David Sedaris, to the time I tried to write like Patrick White, to the time I tried to post a photo of David from BB06 - BCorTM has been my vehicle.

'What a gay vehicle,' people said.

So I looked The Presets directly in the eye and said: 'get off the stage and say that, The Presets.'