The Heat

I know I’m Australian but I fucking hate hot weather. It’s
probably because I’m Australian and live in the heat for so much of the year
that I can’t stand it. If I lived in Siberia or England or somewhere, I’m sure
I’d love a little bit of sun. The grass is always greener, the weather is
always better somewhere else.

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Origin

There’s always those brief three seconds after Queensland
loses where I consider if life is truly worth living. I snap out of it pretty
quickly, and it must be said that in this regard the last ten years have been
pretty sweet. I was pretty cantankerous for a while in 2014 but I’ve generally
been pretty happy over the years. Don’t even get me started on the grand final
last year though – I still can’t watch the replays.

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