Sydney Life

Not content with harassing eager first years, the sandstone block five from the bottom says goodbye to one of Sydney University’s newest graduands…

Tim: Hey block.
Block: Hi.
Tim: I just thought I’d tell you that Brendo’s off.
Block: What? People don’t go stale.
Tim: No, he’s leaving. University. He’s finished.
Block: Who?
Tim: Brendon. (pause) B-R-E-N-D-O-N. You know, you always called him boof head and threatened to fall on him.
Block: Oh yeah, that kid. I’m sorry to see him go.
Tim: You…what? I didn’t think you liked him? You don’t like anyone!
Block: Nah, it’s all just a bluff. Inside this rough, sandy exterior I’ve got a heart of gold.
Tim: Really…
Block: Don’t get any ideas. There are huge fees for defacing property, especially property that is just about at the highest level of the heritage listed food chain. Plus it doesn’t look good on your testamur.
Tim: You can’t touch my testamur.
Block: That’s what you think.
Tim: Right…So, anything you want me to tell Brendo?
Block: Yeah tell him to give back my tennis racquet. Oh and that I’ll miss him. But don’t tell anyone that I said something so mushy. They’ll get worried about my structural integrity…Wait a minute, don’t you write on that Blog?
Tim: See ya…