Sydney Life

Dear Brendon,

Hey Charger! What’s the 4-1-1? What the blazes are you doing leaving us bloggers here alone in the interwebs to fend for ourselves? I’m a bit worried about how things are going to pan out on Sydney Life when we no longer have your good self to churn out page after page of useful uni info. I’m expecting some guest posts from you now and again to let everyone know how you’re going in The Real World (gasp! The Horror!)

Let me say, it’s been an absolute pleasure working with you (you know, in reality and stuff) as well as sharing a blog with you. Oh, and not to mention all the beers, and steaks. I only wish there had been more crappy skinny boy bands singing about skeletons, but you know, there’s plenty more time for that I guess.

Oh! Here is a haiku in your honour.........

So farewell, Tiger
See you round like a rissole
With sauce, in some bread

Haiku’s are the shit. You don’t get bored writing them or reading them, so they’re perfect for people with short attention spans, like myself.

Anyway, son, thanks for making a nervous young thing like me feel comfortable when I started this job. It really made a big difference.

Big Hugs!!
Cath