Monday, 30 March 2015

The Great Stagecoach Debacle

Ferris Bueller had the right idea. Even though I wouldn’t see this movie until I was in my forties (I know, I know), I still knew he was on the money.

It was 1988, the World Expo was happening in Brisbane, Australia was celebrating its bicentennial and my parents were going out of town leaving me and my best mate, Andy in charge. Two seventeen year olds left to their own devices, what could possibly go wrong?
 
More like Andy and Scotto's Day Off

“You boys behave yourselves” my mother said as her and dad were headed out the door. Dad looked on with a look that needed no words, the kind of look that says, “I’ll know if you get up to anything, I always know.” It was true, dad had this uncanny ability where he could tell by the dust patterns what had gone on from ten paces. If something had been moved even 1mm he knew. It was both impressive and terrifying.

“It’s fine mum” I assured her, “Andy’s parents are home”. Andy lived directly across the street and we’d hit it off pretty soon after he moved in. The first thing I said to him was “My parents like country music but I don’t“, as dad was often playing Kenny Rogers or Waylon Jennings records. Loudly. Andy wasn’t as concerned with the musical tastes of the house as he was about dad’s collection of replica Old West handguns and rifles proudly on display, he wondered if he’d moved in across from the Manson family.

Shortly after their departure Andy and I were ecstatic, we had the house to ourselves for a couple of days and I was particularly happy as my parents didn’t know I smoked then, they knew Andy did and being smokers themselves they never smelled it on me. The first thing we did was to make a giant cigarette pyramid on the coffee table, who needed packets when you had a giant pyramid?

The next couple of days were a hoot, in true Ferris Bueller style I faked illness to get a sickie off work (I figured why waste the opportunity?) We lived like kings, we watched what we wanted on TV, played the sort of music dad would scowl at, ordered pizzas and promptly scared the delivery girl off when Andy came bouncing out of the house in a dozen various sized inner-tubes resembling a hideously deformed Michelen Man. It took a lot of convincing to get the pizza shop to send her back out.

The look Andy was going for. It wasn't the greatest likeness.

Then, we made our mistake. A big one.

Dad loved the old west, I’m convinced he was a cowboy in his past life. Aside from his gun collection he had a hobby building scale models of stagecoaches, he really had a talent for it as they were quite simply, amazing. Their only weakness really was they were made from balsa wood. They were his pride and joy.

It was on the day they were due to arrive home and Andy and I had grown bored. We were trying to think of something to do and absent mindedly throwing coasters made of wicker to each other like teeny tiny Frisbees. This then developed into a game with each trying to outdo the other with trick shots. Bouncing off the walls, the roof, in between the ceiling fan blades.

You can see where this lack of foresight is headed.

I flicked the coaster up towards the fan, watching it glide through the air on its gentle arc when it was violently struck by the fan blade sending it drastically off course. Straight towards the prized stagecoach atop the wall unit.

We both watched on in terror as the coaster found its target with deadly accuracy with a sickening crunch, bits of stagecoach exploding outwards.

Not the actual stagecoach but exactly like the one in question.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Both back wheels were busted, the door was nowhere to be found and the entire front axle was dislodged. I was dead.

Panicking I collected all the bits I could find while Andy looked everywhere for the missing door. Amidst all the destruction there was a miracle to be found, while the stagecoach was in pieces, none of the pieces were actually broken, it was fixable! But I only had half an hour before my parents were due to arrive home. And they were always on time.

Luckily for me there was always a tube of super glue to be found in the fridge so while I yelled at Andy the importance of finding the door I got to work. The axle was easy, that turned out to be a simple pin needing reinsertion; the wheels however were in a bad way. Sweat running down my face I painstakingly reinserted the dislodged spokes into place one by one

Ten minutes to go. One wheel done I put it aside to dry while I went to work on the other one. Five minutes to go and I’m fiddling with the rim of the second wheel, trying desperately to get the glue to hold everything in place without gluing my fingers together.

“I found the door!” screamed Andy as I was reattaching the wheels. Three minutes. He handed me the door and the best I could do was sit it in place and hope for the best, I couldn’t see how it had been connected originally, it would have to do.

Two minutes and Andy is standing at the door ready to intercept my parents while I put the stagecoach back in place but I realised that wouldn’t be enough, “You can see something’s happened up here” I yelled, “the dust is all messed up”. "It's too late! Just put it up there!"

We hear the car approaching, I'm shaking with adrenaline trying to place the stagecoach back in exactly the right place when the bloody door falls off! I leave the stagecoach, jump down and grab the door then scramble back up and carefully put it in place. All I could do now was hope.

Jumping off the ladder and scooping it up in one motion I raced outside and threw it in the bushes then burst back inside just as mum and dad walked in with Andy in tow. Dad was glancing around and I’m sure his gaze paused on the stagecoach but he turned his eyes back to the cigarette pyramid raising an eyebrow. Thankfully we had forgotten about them so they provided the perfect distraction. “Those are Andy’s” I said. A phrase I used many, many times when it came to cigarettes. He just nodded and headed to the bedroom to unpack, we had managed to get away with it! We couldn't believe it!

Years later after I had moved out I went around for a visit and noticed the stagecoach was gone. I asked where it was and dad told me it just fell apart one day. He then went on, "It's the funniest thing, I found a coaster up on top of the wall unit, I wonder how that got there..."

Shit.

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

The Great Flying Mini

“Man this road is smooth!” It didn’t seem possible given what we’d just done yet here I was thinking this to myself. We looked at each other in disbelief, trying to comprehend what we’d achieved, and indeed what lay ahead. After months of careful planning and research we’d managed to do what we thought impossible. All that hard work had come down to this moment, we had the Mini airborne.

Actually there was no planning, it was one of those stupid spur of the moment things we often did and somehow managed not to kill ourselves. Between jumping cars and our epic skateboarding adventures it’s a wonder I’m alive today. With the punishment I used to inflict on myself I was sure I was going to be in a wheelchair by the time I was 40 but I’m glad to report I’m not, in fact I still get out on the skateboard when I can. I’m a little less daring these days because the ground is a lot harder than I remember and I don’t bounce quite as well as I used to. Older skaters like me are referred to as ‘relics’, I can live with that.

As a skater you learn very quickly how to fall, if you don’t then you’re in trouble. Falling with style helps avoid a lot of injuries however there are the unavoidable ones such as the hippers which are a badge of honour. Painful but if you didn’t get the odd hipper you weren’t pushing yourself hard enough. A hipper is when you come off your board and slam into the ground hip first usually resulting in a large impact bruise and gravel rash from your hip (or sometimes bum) down your thigh. The bigger the hipper the more respect you got.

Skateboard injuries were also known as ‘beefs’ and variants thereof, the bigger the beef the more elaborate the name. If you were unfortunate enough you might experience a ‘roast beef’ or ‘rack of lamb’. I gave myself a double pork chop a few times when I broke both my wrists at once, fun times.

My younger skating days. I miss my hair the most.
So you see we weren’t averse to risk or injury but that had nothing to do with bravery or maintaining a tough guy image, it was all to do with a lack of common sense and a daring but somewhat misguided sense of adventure.

This particular day started out normally, the Mini had its customary full load and we’d been driving around to different skate spots we’d heard of. Word on the street was there was a half-pipe in someone’s backyard near Bond University so naturally we had to find it. Driving through the uni we hit a speed bump a bit faster than the recommended 20km/h which saw us all bounce around laughing like idiots drawing the attention of the hordes of uni students mulling about the place. Lucas suggested we have another go but this time we go a little bit faster and not being one to turn down a challenge I obliged.

We did this a number of times, each time a little bit faster than before, each of us hitting our heads on the roof but still we wanted more. By this time we had a bit of an audience of curious onlookers wondering what this group of yahoos was doing to the poor Mini. I can’t remember who suggested it but one of the boys came up with either the brightest or stupidest idea ever, “Let’s take a run up from the top of that hill and see if we can get some air!” Being skaters getting air was something we were always trying to do but dare we try it in a car?

We dared.

White knuckled I sat atop the hill looking down toward the speed bump. The students sensed something was happening and looked on in anticipation. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I mentally prepared myself to make history. The engine revved, the boys were cheering, the moment of truth was at hand.

I popped the clutch and took off down the hill, the engine begging for mercy I threw my trusty little Mini into fourth and gave it all it had. Time moved slowly, I became acutely aware of every bump and deviation in the road as the speed bump loomed closer. I glanced at the speedo as we passed the point of no return and realised the one flaw in our plan, we were going too fast, way too fast.

What we probably looked like beforehand
I resisted the temptation to jump on the brakes which would have been disastrous so I braced myself and pushed on. Twenty metres from the speed bump and we were barrelling along at close to 80 miles per hour, I guess that’s about 140kph, I’ll admit I felt a moment of panic but I had no time to dwell on that as the front wheels hit the speed bump.

The jolt was huge as we hit and the Mini groaned in protest but then I had that thought, “Man this road is smooth”. We didn’t realise we were sailing through the air but we did soon enough as we slammed back down to earth and the car began to slide out of control. Swerving left, then right, out of control I tried to wash speed off by going down through the gears, eventually bringing the car to a screaming stop after a 180 degree handbrake skid.

Artist's impression of the event. Many thanks to Andy MacKenzie for his illustration of the Mini!
We sat in stunned silence as the crowd stared at us. We stared back then they burst into applause and cheering and the boys all started laughing hysterically and slapping me on the back. Somehow, the Mini was still alive and running so we drove back past the crowd soaking up the adoration and driving off into the distance never looking at speed bumps the same way again.

Was this the last time this happened? It was not.

Were you daring and/or stupid when you were young?

*For the record I acknowledge the stupidity of those actions and how things could have gone horribly wrong and I don’t condone this sort of thing. I was young and stupid.

Linking up with Grace from With Some Grace for FYBF

Thursday, 19 March 2015

The Great Chase of '89

Is it possible to get air off a speed bump?

Ordinarily I wouldn't consider such things however this was 1989, my mates and I were young, daring and stupid in equal parts. Our fringes were long and our cognitive capacities were still developing and I had my first car, a 1967 Mini. It was a good time to be alive.

My little Mini was an amazing car, it cost me $200 and I could do anything to it and it would always forgive me and keep on going, it was a little trooper. Nicknamed ‘Morrissey’ by a mate, Andy, that little car ferried us everywhere and opened up freedoms we had only dared dream about.

Mini
Morrissey! Well, this is what he looked like, maybe not quite as shiny.
Most days would see five of us cramming ourselves and five skateboards inside and setting off in search of adventure which, for five larrikins of 17 to 18 years old, wasn’t hard to find. Especially when one of these mates had a habit of mooning people through the back window.

It was a normal night and we were minding our own business, cruising along the Gold Coast Highway just north of Surfers Paradise when one of my mates, known as Cookie, decides his pants have been on for far too long. There was a lot of snickering going on in the back seat so I glanced in the rear-view mirror and notice Cookie, awkwardly poised on the back seat with his bare bum pointed towards the back window.

“Cookie!” I shouted, “Put your bloody bum away!” Meanwhile Big Dame and Little Dame are scrambling to get as far away from the protruding posterior as possible when I notice a hotted up Commodore packed to bursting with angry looking blokes looming large in my mirrors. Surprisingly they hadn’t taken kindly to Cookie’s greeting. The chase was on.

I slammed the Mini into second gear and took off like a bat out of hell but the Commodore kept up easily. Knowing I could never outrun it I had no choice but to attempt to out-manoeuvre it instead. The corners came and went in a flash, left, right, left and left again, it was as if I was channelling Bo Duke driving the General Lee. My strategy was buying us some valuable space but poor Cookie was bouncing around the back trying desperately to get his pants back on; without much success and much to the two Dames’ annoyance and amusement. Andy was in the front shouting out directions as well as acting as spotter. Everybody was laughing nervously, eyes dancing about skittishly and my mind was trying to think three moves ahead.

The General Lee, it was in Morrissey's veins that night.
I pushed the Mini to its limits that day, everything I demanded of Morrissey he willingly gave, his little tyres squealing, his little engine bellowing, never missing a beat all the while this menacing Commodore was barrelling along behind us. This was a good old fashioned car chase, the likes of which are rarely seen. I was in the zone but I had to find a way to shake our tail, it had been twenty minutes up and down the tourist strip and the fuel gauge was getting dangerously low. Then I spotted it, salvation!

We were in the back streets of Broadbeach when I spotted a small roundabout, I knew this was my chance so I headed straight for it, slowing down so the Commodore would be right on my tail as I entered. “What are you doing Scotto?!” the boys shouted but I didn’t hear them, I was completely focussed and I knew the Mini would fare much better on the roundabout than the lumbering hulk.

What I imagine it might have looked like from the Commodore.
The Commodore was sniffing at Morrissey’s exhaust pipe as I entered the roundabout, I dropped back a gear and floored it. Round and round we went; it must have been a dozen times or more while people on the street stared in bewilderment at this comical scene unfolding in front of them. My bet had paid off, thanks to the nimbleness of Morrissey I started to pull away and the hunter became the hunted as I managed to gain enough ground to land myself behind the Commodore. It was total confusion as its occupants stared back at us in disbelief. The time to act was upon me so I pounced; as soon as they passed an exit I quickly darted off down a side street, swung a hard right, tyres squealing in protest then ducked into a long driveway and skidded to a halt in the shadows. I switched the car and lights off and everybody crouched down and we waited.   Nothing.  Check and mate Commodore.

And Cookie finally had his pants back on.

As for the speed bump? Well, that’s a story for another day.

What car based adventures have you had?

Linking up with Grace at With Some Grace for #FYBF 

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Beware the Apple-Watchie

I’m a bit of a conspiracy theorist at heart, not to the point of lining my walls with tinfoil or fashioning a stylish hat to match the walls, but I have been accused of being irrational in my thinking once or twice. To tell you truth I’m very suspicious of anyone who accuses me of being irrational, actually I’m just generally suspicious full-stop.

Now I’m not here to upset Apple fanboys or fangirls, I’ll readily admit Apple has some of the nicest looking gear on the planet but I have to question what their motives are, world domination perhaps? Apple is the most valuable company on earth and has squillions in the bank (although apparently in this country they don’t make any money otherwise they’d pay tax here right? Right?) Being the biggest and most well-known company they are well primed to take over the world on a whim.

You may be thinking, “Here he goes on one of his rants again” and I suppose you’d be right in assuming that but that’s pretty much one of the main areas of this blog so you can’t say you weren’t warned.

You were warned!
All tech companies are guilty of built in obsolescence and the unnecessary upgrade path forced upon us but I’m singling Apple out because I don’t own any of their stuff so they can’t trace me and make all my toys suddenly stop working*.

The release of the iWatch has triggered the conspiracy theorist in me, here’s another device to keep tabs on us. Sure it’s marketed as the smartest watch ever and it’s going to improve our lives but I think the reality is here we have a tracking device that is always on us, always! Not content to track our movements and whereabouts via the iPhone or iPad or iSomething-or-other we now have a watch, probably the only thing more ubiquitous than the mobile phone.

But I don’t think their plan is complete, they’re nearly there and they only need a few more iProducts and then it will begin.

I'm onto their evil plan - but I think they're onto me as well!

The iTakeover

Keep your eyes open for these products from Apple in the near future**

The iHat
This stylish piece of tech will know what you’re thinking and notify advertisers when you’re in the mood to eat or thinking about purchasing a new TV and conveniently send targeted advertising to your iPhone/iPad/iWatch.

The iFridge
Knows what’s inside it at all times, will receive information from your iHat when you think about eating and will let you know via your iPhone/iPad/iWatch if you need to restock

The iOven
Will receive notification from your iHat that you’re hungry and knowing what your eating history is will turn itself on to the correct temperature ready for you. The iOven will communicate with your iFridge and if your favourite food isn’t there will notify you via your iPhone/iPad/iWatch.

The iToilet
Designed to track a different sort of movement the iToilet will collect information about your diet and what you’re lacking in and will check with the iFridge if there is any food rich in what’s lacking and instruct it to suggest this to you via your iHat next time you think about eating.

The iPacemaker
Will monitor your heart rate and will adjust accordingly. If unhealthy eating is detected it will communicate with your iHat to discourage junk food via neural impulses. It will tell your i/Phone/iPad/iWatch to track your movements and will generate chest pains when you walk within twenty feet of a burger joint.

The iHouse
The ultimate iProduct. It will communicate with all the other iDevices and if it detects you are ignoring them will self-lock and not let you out until it detects a change of attitude via your iHat.

What happens when all this tech becomes self-aware and goes all Skynet on us? Our houses will actively try to kill us or at the very least, enslave us all.!

Where did I put that tinfoil?

* I fear they may be on to me already, I had published this post before then my laptop died a horrible sudden death. Seriously. It’s now no more than a stupid looking paperweight. I’ve had to re-post this from Pinky’s machine! Still think I’m paranoid?

** Probably won’t be coming to you soon.

Do you think they’re taking this sort thing too far?

Linking up with Grace at With Some Grace for #FYBF

Friday, 6 March 2015

Technology: The Good, The Bad and the Stupid



This year on October 21st, Marty McFly is due to arrive from 1985 in the Delorean (yes, that is the correct date, on this you can trust me) and this momentous occasion got me thinking.  Technically speaking we are living in the future and I started to think about how it’s turning out compared to what we were promised and what we dreamed of.  

The future is nearly now.
It’s a hard call because on one hand we don’t have hover boards (although a company has got working prototypes and this one isn't a hoax), our cars don’t fly, we don’t have robot servants, we don’t have automatic doors that make a really cool swooshing sound and we don’t live on Mars or Uranus (stop giggling).  We don’t have light sabers either which is pretty disappointing.

On the other hand we do have giant TVs, the internets, 3D printing and automated cars are progressing pretty well although how trustworthy they’ll be is anyone’s guess.  Computer technology is getting smaller and faster and we are indeed moving ahead in leaps and bounds and some of the stuff out there is pretty gosh-darned exciting. 

Light Sabre
Why don't we have these yet?

Take wifi for example, something we take for granted these days but really stop and think about it, you’re moving stuff from one place to another place – over the air! I mean, it’s kind of like matter transportation!  When you stop and think about it you kind of have to go, yeh, that’s pretty bloody amazing. 

When I was a kid the height of technological innovation was the Nintendo Game and Watch gizmos, if you had one of those your popularity stock went through the roof.  Kids today are spoiled for choice and wonder how we coped back in ‘the dark ages’.  Tell them you were alive before the internet was around and they’ll struggle to comprehend it.  They take for granted their smart phone is a tool allowing them to look up anything, anywhere in the world, at any time, all the information in the world at their fingertips. We couldn't even begin to comprehend something like that as kids, that sort of thing was beyond even science fiction!

Donkey Kong Game and Watch
If you owned one of these, you ruled. For what it's worth, I still have three. 

But for every good idea there’s the idiot cousin, the ideas that seemed great on paper but just didn't turn out quite so well.   You can’t accuse me of being out of touch here either because I am a total geek, maybe not King of the Geeks but I reckon I’m somewhere in the royal family. 

You want examples?  Righto, here we go…

Curved TVs:  Fine if you sit dead centre and enjoy sitting four inches from the screen.

3D TVs:  I just don’t get the point of them.  Admittedly I am stereoscopically blind so that may have something to do with it.

Smart TVs: Talk about a misnomer.  They’re useless, stupid and have been the cause of many rage incidents involving remotes embedded in screens.  I could write a whole post on how silly they are.

Tablets (Not the medicinal ones):  What’s the point of them?  As far as I can see they’re just really big phones without the phone bits or under-powered laptops without a proper keyboard.

Google Glass: Only good if you like getting punched in the face.

Smart Watches:  Why? Really, why?

Fit Bands (or whatever the hell they’re called):  Just take your damn pulse the old fashioned way. Or let the paramedics do it.

Roomba Robot Vacuum: Robot my bum. Ours just sits there beeping at us and refuses to dock. Idiot.

Nutri-Bullet: Because apparently our bodies can’t extract nutrients simply by eating food.

Windows 8: Nuff said.

Artificial Intelligence: Uh, Skynet? 

Given the plethora of both awesome and questionable technology that is around I'm both excited and terrified about the future.

What technology do you find stupid? 

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Should You Watch TV on Your PC?


A while ago I decided that it would be cool to be able to watch free to air TV on my PC, I've since decided that it really is a silly idea. By the way don't be scared off thinking this is a technical review, it isn't, I promise.

Review: Compro VideoMate T750


This review is a few years old now, in fact I don't think this model is available anymore but I think it's still valid given these pop up on ebay from time to time. Call it a community service if you like.

Let me start by saying that I was very excited to receive this little piece of electronic wizardry in the post. It certainly looked the goods, well as much as a circuit board with some plugs on it could. My hopes were high.  Installation was quite painless, chuck it in the PC, install the software and away you go.  Plus I was going to be able to switch my PC on via remote control!  Groovy but essentially useless.

The manual claimed that setting your channels was a simple procedure and for the most part it was, except I had to do it a few times but I'm not going to be picky about that. Once the channels were in the picture from the digital broadcast looked simply stunning. I kept annoying Pinky saying "Look at this! But LOOK!!! It's so clear!" It was certainly feature rich, time shifting, Picture in Picture, Picture Out of Picture (whatever that is), scheduled recording etc so at that point I was rather happy with my purchase.

Unfortunately, that was where the good bits ended.

The easiest way to watch TV, using a TV

It became apparent I would never again be allowed to turn off my PC, for if I did the Videomate would helpfully forget it was installed. Every. Single. Time. Now I'm a patient man, actually I'm not really but I tolerated this the first half dozen times. Becoming slightly perturbed I went through the troubleshooting steps and put it down to a hiccup. The picture was finally back.

Next day arrives and BAM! Same routine, it needs MORE drivers so I let it go again but now I can't scan for any channels!  After much fiddling and muttering I came to the conclusion of a bad install so I started again. Repeatedly.  The next three days was a battle royale and eventually an email was fired off to support. When I finally got a reply it was as helpful as a punch to the groin. Did they read my email at all?  Another email was sent worded slightly more tersely but in painstaking detail. Again, I get a cryptic reply which basically suggested I reinstall the drivers. Bravo.

Celine
He's got that cranky look about him
Fighting the rising rage and trying not to traumatize Celine (our Mini Foxie), I pulled it all out and started again only to get the same results, it kept insisting there was no card installed. On the rare occasions I could get it to work I was too afraid to touch anything because even changing channels was enough to make it have a conniption.

I spent the better part of a week trying to sort this rubbish out but in the end I did what I felt was the best option at the time. I ripped it out of my PC and hurled it into the river. I admit that may have been a slightly hasty and poorly planned course of action but what can you do?

Ross River
It's a lovely river for throwing things in

In hindsight my card may have been faulty and perhaps I should have returned it but you live and learn don't you?  Rating: 1 Egg.





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Monday, 2 March 2015

The Great Iced Coffee Conspiracy



When did flavoured milk lose its innocence and become all grown up?  Maybe it’s just in my neck of the woods but it seems there’s a conspiracy afoot in the form of a secret war being waged in the world of flavoured milk and I don't like it. Not one bit.

What am I talking about?  Iced bloody coffee is what!  Everywhere you look it’s nothing but iced coffee and it’s steadily squeezing its alternate flavoured brethren out of the marketplace and it needs to stop.  Seriously, how many varieties of the one flavour do we really need?  Extreme Iced Coffee, Double Shot, Barista Blend, Double Mocha,  Blow Your Head Off Quadruple Shot and so on but the fact is it’s all the same flavour.  Does this make me a flavour snob? Probably.  But they're stealing my childhood memories and casting them aside like a used Tetra pack.


It's everywhere!
Aaaargh!!
And I don’t like iced coffee.

Now before you accuse me of being anti-iced coffee (which I suppose I am otherwise there’s no real point to this post), my biggest gripe is supermarkets are playing right into the iced coffee cartel’s hands and stocking every conceivable iced coffee variant everywhere you turn!  I'm convinced it's some sort of push to get everyone addicted and I question what they intend to do when they get a hold over enough people, suddenly stop supply until the caffeine army does their bidding? Well I'm onto your evil plan and I will have no part of it!

I consider myself a bit of a flavoured milk aficionado, it was my drink of choice as I was growing up in Melbourne and as far as I was concerned there was only one brand worth drinking and that brand was Big M.  During these formative years it was the hey-day of flavoured milk, oh the choices we had!  The flavour scientists at the Big M labs were nothing short of geniuses!  Flavours like Choc-Berry (chocolate AND strawberry together!), Pine Lime, Egg Flip, Blue Heaven, Honeycomb, Jaffa plus the staples like chocolate, strawberry, caramel and yes, iced coffee but I’ll allow it given they weren’t trying to shove just that one flavour down our throats.  This was a time of true flavour equality and every flavour had the chance to be king. Take note Big M, don't follow the trend!

Big M
Look at those flavours!

I haven’t lived in Melbourne for a long time so I’d like to think some of these more exotic flavours are still available but up here in North Queensland if you can manage to see past the walls of iced coffee you might be lucky to find a chocolate or strawberry and if the stars have aligned you might happen upon an elusive caramel but with so much iced coffee in the way it’s nigh on impossible.  Plus the choices are limited to inferior brands that ultimately turn your excitement into bitter disappointment.  And what of the exotic flavours I mentioned earlier? Nowhere to be seen.

I don’t know what the solution is, maybe a flavoured milk revolution, an iced coffee boycott or maybe a ‘Say NO to Iced Coffee’ campaign.  Whatever we do, we need to send a message that not everyone likes iced coffee!!

What was your flavour of choice growing up? 

Note: This is NOT a sponsored post but Big M, if you read this I really like chocolate and caramel. And Egg Flip. And Choc-Berry.  But not the UHT stuff, that’s sacrilege.

Linking up with With Some Grace for #FYBF