A telling of June 2006 by The Wax Conspiracy

Gymnastics on Snowy Hydro sale glimmers the encouraging
Ethan Switch - Saturday, 3 June 2006 - 13:57:57
Miners mine the plunging depths of the media minefield
Ethan Switch - Sunday, 4 June 2006 - 13:53:26
World Environment Day braces for tomorrow's end of the world
Ethan Switch - Monday, 5 June 2006 - 07:46:21
Resignation of confidence under the blaring of trumpets
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 7 June 2006 - 13:50:37
Eerie Silence
Belvedere Jehosophat - Sunday, 11 June 2006 - 11:28:28
Everybody's waiting for Superman to lift them
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 14 June 2006 - 09:51:39
Whaling on the Japanese with the secrecy and all
Ethan Switch - Sunday, 18 June 2006 - 13:57:36
Spoonful of privileges a trapdoor for the stunned
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 21 June 2006 - 02:41:34
Socceroos bandwagon lightens considerably following Italy defeat
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 27 June 2006 - 13:44:44
Subatomic pieces come together and unfold to smile
Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 28 June 2006 - 13:54:41
Conserving water: Public restrooms with a mind for hygiene
Ethan Switch - Friday, 30 June 2006 - 13:37:14

 

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This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
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Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
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Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

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