Things are getting a bit frantic over here, so I’m afraid that you won’t be getting much in the way of coherent blogging (not that that’s ever really a problem, I suppose). My laptop keyboard is still buggered, and has fits of semi-working, followed by seizures of not-working, making the whole writing stories business a bit of a challenge. I’m a bit behind on deadlines as a result.

Since so many of you were intrigued by the hazily photographed ’snow brown’ drink of the other week, you’ll be happy to know that I stumbled upon it once more (at a Korean place on La Trobe Street), and this time was daring enough to order it. No doubt you’ll be fascinated to know that it tasted like Weetbix with crushed ice. Mmm-mmm.

Today’s enlightenment is an equally hazily photographed image (I only had my phone with me, unfortunately) from a menu at Ghurka’s on Chapel Street, which is also apparently proud to proclaim that its menu is ‘glutton free’ (not true, given all we ate last night):

Jack Denials: for the abstemious drunkards amongst us