2. Back to basics

Day 2.

Back to basics 

So this is day 2 of 'blogging'. I've got a mate who would read this and he'd think it was the most pretentious thing in the world, although if he did it, it would probably be the coolest. 

So today I've ventured out of the house and gone to see my chiropractor, Nam. I think he's Thai, or Malaysian, but he does have a perfect Australian accent which I find to be quite confusing. It's not the most absurd thing in the world, but it's like when you meet a Pakistani Scotsman, or when I found out the lead singer from Block Party was black (and gay). These aren't racist or derogatory statements, it's just sometimes you have a preconceived idea of what someone will be like purely by their appearance or the sound of their voice, and sometimes you get something completely different. Anyway, I digress. 

It would appear that I have a few misaligned bones which are pushing on a nerve and causing quite a bit of pain, I told him my girlfriend does the same thing because she can sometimes get on my nerves and cause pain... he didn't laugh. 

So I spent 11 minutes in the chiropractors office which cost me $45 for the privilege, on that basis he makes $4.05 per minute. I thought I would investigate Nams' income a little further. I have found that over the following periods of time, Nam generates enough money to purchase the following. 

• One year $510,545 - this would get you 2 Tickets onto a Virgin Galactic flight into outer space.

• Ten years $5,105,454 - this would get you Nicholas Cage's mansion in the Hollywood Hills.

I think you will agree that Nam could do pretty well for himself if he keeps up his speedy service and current pricing.

And lastly, I was commuting on Melbournes finest Metro service today and spotted an old man lighting up a cigarette on the train, having two or three drags and then extinguishing it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe back in his day when "prices were fair and politicians were honest" this was acceptable, but mate, it's 2012! You can't just go around smoking on public transport as and when you see fit!

Stay Classy.