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About Phoenix

I’m no financial boffin, me – I’d rather shove me head in a blender than read a spreadsheet – but even I can see this lot’s takin’ the piss. You wanna plan your finances? Good luck, cos the WHOREs got the game stitched up tighter than a nun’s knickers! Sarcastic? Me? Nah, just statin’ facts with a grin! Oh, and here’s a nugget – one o’ these tossers, some Wall Street git, once bought a gold-plated toilet. A TOILET! Who shits on gold? Made me chuckle, then wanna punch somethin’!

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Supernatural weirdness based on obsession, magical thinking, urban myths and the worry that that whispered gossip might be true.

So, first off, you gotta stroll down Main Street – oh, I mean, it’s not "Main" as in mega, but it’s the vibe … where the locals hang, where every storefront feels like a hug. Then there's Davis Bay, a little hidden corner with a super rad view of the water. Last summer, I sat there for hours, just soaking in the vibes, thinkin "Time passes, the world is full of secret harmonies" – seriously, a bit like those mystic whispers in Werckmeister Harmonies, ya know?

Arts Briefs | March 6 edition