Sorry Brisbane, It's not you, it's me

Brisbane it's been really nice knowing you,

We have had such an amazing relationship over the past two years. We have done so much together with your colourful nightlife (Alfred and Constance I am looking at you), Suncorp Stadium not to mention Pancake Manor and the redheads on offer has been rediculous.

I have made so many connections through business and personal made so many great lengths in developing myself professionally and personally.

Sadly, I have to make a confession with you. I have been cheating behind your back with the Gold Coast. You must wonder why I did such a thing, maybe it's the beach, the change of scenery.

So, because for those reasons and picking a new working opportunity in the Gold Coast that I have to breakup with you. Do not grieve for me, because you will find a man who will provide more than what I ever could.

Then again maybe I am leaving you because of the hangovers you gave me, the rejections, the yorkers on middle stump when playing cricket. The sackings, annoying people, watching the Broncos choke (again) and the fact I won't be hounded by someone's derranged ex-wife.

Actually, you know what? It's not actually me, it's you. Fuck you Brisbane.

Wishing the worst,

Deniro Stocks