“Once more into the breech dear friends once more“, good old King Henry V had a way with words even if Shakespeare was supplying them. So it was we returned to Hell’s most boring pit of all. Canberra. This time the weather was fine, the Sun shone down and oddly the street were devoid of life. Lessons learnt: Zombies don’t like nice winter days.
The Jinx crew drove around and around and around and realized without the aid of a GPS unit we would have been lost very quickly. Jinx did admit she secretly enjoys hearing the GPS say “recalculating” if only in the hope of one day hearing “For fuck sake just follow my directions!” that will come booming out of the GPS unit one day.
It was while we had stopped at an old shopping centre for some late afternoon lunch Jinx’s eyes lit upon these truly dodgy signs.
Somewhere in Italy a small village perished when this sign went up. “Specialita” WTF??!!
On the other side of the Food Court was this sign.
The Jinx crew wondered how often someone from Mecca’s head office looks at this sign and thinks about bringing the lawyers in.
So the ever changing vista that is Canberra reveals a new level of crappyness and it was with a true sense of relief we exited Canberra and this time we only counted five dead roo’s on the side of the road.
