ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact
It’s 8pm and Nathan Pekoe has just stepped off the D45 bus home from the French Quarter.
He picked up an exotic duck Pad Thai up at the Jones Avenue Shops in Betoota Heights before he started the long plod off the main road, down his generic cul-de-sac and through the door of his rapidly-depreciating display home.
The 29-year-old family law specialist spoke briefly to our reporter on the phone as he unwound on the couch.
“I’m just letting my spine decompress for a minute,” he said.
“But you’d never guess what’s on TV. That fucking shyster Jamie Oliver and his 15-minute meals. You know what? I’m sick of getting yelled at by disgruntled parents and magistrates only to come home and be lectured by some floppy-haired Hampstead fuck about how easy it is to cook dinner every night. Arsehole,”
“It’s not easy. I’m fucked. My back is fucked, my life is fucked and for some reason, I can’t sleep anymore. I wish they still had Rick Stein’s show on. He just went to nice places and ate food. He described what it tasted like any everything. Great show.”
Mr Pekoe then bid The Advocate good night as he finally mustered up the courage to get off the couch to get his now cold Thai food.
More to come.
