Haught

Purveyors of fine sarcasm

Tag: melbourne

My email to Melburnians

You have no justification for outrage. Outrage is a privilege not an entitlement. It is like 1951 Grange Hermitage. Or dental care. You can’t just have it; you must earn the right to enjoy it.

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Chucking a spickie

Is it OK to let a weekend’s sport result affect your mood at work? Absolutely not. It’s unprofessional, unfair on colleagues and morally wrong. You should take the day off instead.

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My email to Connex

If you’re a relative newcomer to Haught, you might not know that before I was writing immaculately worded emails to…

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The MetroSuccessual campaign

I am, if nothing else, an advertising aficionado. In the past, I’ve been known to be quite critical of some…

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Dumb Ways to Die (the Demons version)

As some of you reading this will know, my alter ego is a mild-mannered Melbourne Demons supporter by the name…

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My email to myki

myki, you are not a faecal stain on the fabric of society, not hydrochloric acid in the face of civility, not even a figurative cancer metastasising throughout the Victorian community. You are something so much worse.

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Pat Raw: The Musical

The last installment of the Pat Raw Chronicles ended with Haught fan Julianne Rice suggesting that it was “only a…

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The Pat Raw Chronicles (cont’d)

If you’re new to Haught and haven’t yet got onto the official Haught Facebook page, you might not know who…

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Where have all the Grape Men gone?

I get asked a lot of questions while on tour, during international literary festivals and in the bath with groupies….

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My email to Hoo haa Bar

While I may be the world’s most promising and precocious literary talent, this doesn’t change the fact that I am as ugly as sin. And I’m not talking about one of the spurious Catholic ones like “original sin” or one of the piss-weak Deadly ones like sloth or gluttony; I’m talking about the absolute shockers like wrath, Avada Kedavra and, by far the worst of all, vanity. (I absolutely abhor arrogance and conceit, and as the owner of a Chapel Street night club, you undoubtedly do too.)

I’m so unattractive, my wife employs a Perseus-style mirror-plated shield when conversing with me. I’m so unattractive, I’m reluctant to have children because I fear that if my son or daughter got my face genes, I’d be dragged to The Hague and charged with crimes against humanity.

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