Monday, 15 April 2013

It's A Hard Knock Life.

Being a chef can be tough. It alters your personality.

One day you could be an innocent little 19 year old... The next you're reminding yourself at the family dinner table to say "Please pass the potatoes Mother" instead of "Oi cunt, pass that fuckin' starchy shit."

Sometimes I think we're like the Melbourne weather forecast. Unpredictable and bipolar.

1 comment:

  1. I remember that day 17 years ago when a shy skinny 18 year old walked into the kitchen in a set of whites an entire football team (choose your code) could have fit in. Pretty much wouldn't say boo to a goose and took me an age to really come out of my shell. And now...if my Mother could see me at work...first aid kit wouldn't suffice. She'd need sound proofed earphones...either that or we'd need to bring out the defibrillator.