Post Secret says more than I’m capable of
I’m going to need some time to process what’s going through my head…

“How was one to tell the difference between dreamland and reality?”
Just came across this article by a former Olympian about sex during the Olympic Games. It’s an interesting read, and worthwhile for the literary brilliance dotted throughout:
I played my first Games in Barcelona in 1992 and got laid more often in those two and a half weeks than in the rest of my life up to that point. That is to say twice, which may not sound a lot, but for a 21-year-old undergraduate with crooked teeth, it was a minor miracle.
But now I’m left wishing I was an Olympian. Dammit.
(Apologies for the pun in the first sentence, it wasn’t deliberate, honest!)
How much of a bogan do you think I am?
I took the test (which is actually quite good really) and got 26%, making me a Paddington Poofter. Totally not expecting that result since I said I would wear trackies and ugg boots down to the shops.

Crappy list
Someone’s opinion of the greatest 100 movie posters of all time.
What a rubbish list. “Steve Carrell’s face says it all” is NOT a good enough reason to make the list.
My personal favourite is this one:
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Because we ran a Drive-In Theatre until I was 8, we scored heaps of movie posters. I kept this one until a foolishly ruthless cleanup when I was 13. I still regret throwing it out.















