Further Individuals Of Sydney
Aug. 1st, 2023 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricSome recent, some not
1. The man who stands outside Ashfield station on irregular (but usually Thursday) afternoons, shouting in a voice reminiscent of 90s car sale ads, about REPENTANCE and HELLFIRE.
I went so far as to set up speakers in my partner's home office, with the intention of blasting Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, but by the time I got them set up, he had given up.
Housemate has since purchased a bowl, and wrapped candy, and made little labels that say "hell isn't real have a nice day", so I assume we will never see him again now we have prepared this counter-offensive.
2. Bearded bicyclist with a very large backpack, strapped to his body with occy straps, and some kind of implement with a pole and a tripod base shoved in the side, cycling up the road by Ashfield station with speakers (not visible) loudly blasting disco music.
3. Announcer at central station with a fairly broad Aussie accent who remonstrates with passengers. "No need to run across the platform, there's always a train right behind!" and "Don't rush, it's a Monday morning", and, most futilely, tries to tell people to descend the stairs two abreast (the stairs can fit four abrest and don't have a divider for up and down). Today, he urged us "be nice to the person coming up, when you're going down ... the stairs". The ellipsis was the kind of space where you realise you might have said something snigger worthy, not the kind that suggests you MEANT to induce sniggers.
4. Several train announcers with Aussie-Indian accents, who, due to the intonation patterns of said accent and the crackliness of the tannoy, appear to be saying "we apologise for any convenience caused" (same thing happens in the UK, and is equally funny there).
5. Vet nurse who looks disconcertingly like my ex R. Like a close relative, and also queer (has undercut). Would ask pronouns if pronouns were relevant and/or if in a social setting. Long-ish wavy red hair, Queer Undercut, and wears purple scrubs with dinosaurs on them.
6. Coworker who turns up to work exclusively in wet-look leggings and fuzzy faux-fur jackets. This coworker is at least 50, and knows much institutional history. I applaud this coworker, but am somewhat baffled. I assume they do not do the parts of the job for which I must wear a blazer upon pain of Glaring.
1. The man who stands outside Ashfield station on irregular (but usually Thursday) afternoons, shouting in a voice reminiscent of 90s car sale ads, about REPENTANCE and HELLFIRE.
I went so far as to set up speakers in my partner's home office, with the intention of blasting Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, but by the time I got them set up, he had given up.
Housemate has since purchased a bowl, and wrapped candy, and made little labels that say "hell isn't real have a nice day", so I assume we will never see him again now we have prepared this counter-offensive.
2. Bearded bicyclist with a very large backpack, strapped to his body with occy straps, and some kind of implement with a pole and a tripod base shoved in the side, cycling up the road by Ashfield station with speakers (not visible) loudly blasting disco music.
3. Announcer at central station with a fairly broad Aussie accent who remonstrates with passengers. "No need to run across the platform, there's always a train right behind!" and "Don't rush, it's a Monday morning", and, most futilely, tries to tell people to descend the stairs two abreast (the stairs can fit four abrest and don't have a divider for up and down). Today, he urged us "be nice to the person coming up, when you're going down ... the stairs". The ellipsis was the kind of space where you realise you might have said something snigger worthy, not the kind that suggests you MEANT to induce sniggers.
4. Several train announcers with Aussie-Indian accents, who, due to the intonation patterns of said accent and the crackliness of the tannoy, appear to be saying "we apologise for any convenience caused" (same thing happens in the UK, and is equally funny there).
5. Vet nurse who looks disconcertingly like my ex R. Like a close relative, and also queer (has undercut). Would ask pronouns if pronouns were relevant and/or if in a social setting. Long-ish wavy red hair, Queer Undercut, and wears purple scrubs with dinosaurs on them.
6. Coworker who turns up to work exclusively in wet-look leggings and fuzzy faux-fur jackets. This coworker is at least 50, and knows much institutional history. I applaud this coworker, but am somewhat baffled. I assume they do not do the parts of the job for which I must wear a blazer upon pain of Glaring.