Bad News, Brisbane... You're 'Too Drunk To Fuck'
Posted by Jess McGuire at 7:42 PM on May 17, 2007
We're paraphrasing, sure, but a blog entry on the Brisbane Times website titled "Is Brisbane too drunk for love?" has us worried. Or wait. Maybe we're excited.
You'd have to be deaf, dumb or one of the wasted blind to miss the mobs o' booze-hags and liquored-up louts stumbling 'round the night lights of Bris Vegas, brimming with the aggro-lust a dozen spirits downed will spawn.
The sad thing is, these are often the same sorts who spend hours at the gym, many dollars on their wardrobe and countless nights dreaming of their perfect match.
They begin their night out with the ambition of meeting the man/woman of their dreams but after getting all pissed an' silly, their eve soon becomes memorable for all the wrong reasons. Sure enough, they forget the name of the top bird/bloke they bumped (literally) into, who owns the bed they wake up in and how the heck they got there.
These sorts of situations form the root of the argument that proclaims the club and pub scene as a highly inappropriate place to search for real romance and serious relationships. Pash-and-dashes or the charming root 'n' scoot become the norm.
But I think this blows.
Good grief.
Two things.
i) Perhaps we should visit Brisbane soon. It sounds like everyone's a bit easy up there, which greatly increases our chances of a charming root 'n' scoot (OUR FAVOURITE NEW TERM FOR LOVEMAKING, BTW).
ii) Is CityKat the Queensland equivalent of the cringe-inducing Sam & The City?



· Fox reaches into a hat containing slips of paper with the names of actors, wacky situations, and clichéd expressions written on them, producing the Cameron Diaz/Ashton Kutcher project What Happens in Vegas, the story of two people who wake up to discover they've gotten married - and won a huge jackpot! - following a night of debauchery. [
Concerned that the recent betrayal of a camera-phone-wielding "friend" who exploited 