Hindsight

One of my first blog posts was about my plan to infiltrate the pub posing as a reporter. Having gone to the pubs in Armidale no more than 10 times I've pretty much seen everything there is to see in regards to that scene. Basically it's like God got sick of originality and just started drawing uninteresting caricatures with carbon paper, these endless copies that just assimilate into the environment they happen to be in and the people they are around. I am, of course, only judging people off there appearance and mannerisms and what they scream to each other when a new one arrives but after observing all these things the prognosis isn't all that good.