Charles Platt

John has a lot on his plate.

Evidence, Corporate Law, and two business subjects that nobody particularly cares about are all bearing down on the young man’s shoulders, and with due dates fast approaching, he urgently needs the coming public holiday weekend to catch up on his surprisingly engaging, but still devilishly tricky Evidence submission.

After the events of last weekend however, we all know that this is not going to happen.

John’s beloved Brisbane Broncos are in the grand final. The sleeping giant of the NRL has awoken and with a young squad reminiscent of the great Broncos sides of the late 90’s, are a genuine threat at the premiership, so that’s all of Sunday blocked off his carefully curated Outlook calendar.

Friday is a write off as well, as the annual QUTLS Law Dinner (and the accompanying flagon of Shiraz) beckons.

That leaves a very dusty Saturday to knuckle down and-

Oh fuck, the Lions are playing too. John doesn’t consider himself a savant when it comes to the VFL, but since his mate who lives in an actual Queenslander has invited him around for the game, yet another glorious afternoon of sun-drenched day drinking is on the cards.

This leaves Monday, but John is very realistically assuming that he’ll be in no state to pore over the Evidence Act for five hours straight after his most utterly degenerate weekend of hedonism since last weekend.

He Googles “scary sounding symptoms”, books a telehealth appointment, and loads up an extension request.

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