Email to:My Boyfriend Was A Revolutionary: KJ Tells All…..
…..The existing sex education programme is farcical, biased and unreal….an atmosphere of fear and disgust is produced by emphasising venereal disease and society’s view of the unspeakable three-letter word……here women run the gauntlet of inhibition or guilt…….
(From Leeton High’s School’s student newspaper, INK, 1973)
Needless to tell you, an almighty stir erupted. For a young Revolutionary had arrived in our town, lobbing right into the halls of secondary learning. His writings were deemed nothing less than an explosive combo of pox and politics - and his name was Mr Graham Manners.
Cr: sponng:flickr
The son of the new Rural Bank manager, Mr Manners was of superb dimensions – gangly, long straight hair framing a pasty, delicate face…….
In February, it’s hot in Leeton – Hot, Hot, HOT…..
And so it was that during one stinking lunch break, Mr Manners – armed with a rolled up copy of Direct Action - approached me while I was feeding the carp in the shade of Leeton High’s ornamental pond.
As a representative of THE Patriachy, I could very well understand if your first inclination is to feed me to the carp……but I would very much like to get to know you…..UNDERSTAND your twin passions, caked on mascara AND the writings of Marvell……Had we but world enough and time, your coyness lady were no crime……
Oh Mr Manners…The grave’s a fine and private place…….But none, I think, do there embrace……
And so it was that two awkward Marvell afficionados came together…….
Mr Manners thrilled me with his new ways of thinking….and doing.
Only once, did I end up in his cell on top of the bank. While I sat nervily on the edge of his single bed – with its hammer and sickle spread - Mr Manners showed me his artworks.
Currently, I am working in MANURE……
Before me, four or five substantial canvasses with big plops of dried cow poo stuck on them.
Gee, I’ve never seen cow shit on the VERTICAL before….NEVER!!
Exactly my point KJ, EXACTLY my point…..!
Another time, Mr and Mrs Awkward – Leeton’s undisputed candidates for The Melonomas Most Likely – decided on a rare excursion to the local pool.
You are my little WHITE soggy Post-Colonial bread roll KJ………AND I am your Post-Colonial soggy HOT DOG roll………..
Afterwards, lying on our towels under the palm trees, I said something silly, inappropriate:
In line of what you wrote in INK, I won’t mind if you move a little closer, my soggy hot dog roll…..I won’t mind a bit….
Silence. Mr Manners blushed, quickly rolling onto his stomach. I continued to suck on my raspberry Scrummie.
I don’t think you could say that Mr and Mrs Awkward were exactly enjoying their time together.
Mr Marvell would have been disappointed……..
For to hold hands, let alone go the pash, was becoming increasingly impossible. WILD expectations could never be met….wild nerves, never curtailed.
In their minds, the soggy bread rolls were certain that Godeldrie Weir’s floodgates would burst at the slightest touch.
Reality screamed a different headline: Two Scungy Skinnybuns Too Nervy To Get Past First Base.
So Godeldrie Weir, like me, remained intact.
Don’t know what your future brought, my Sweet Revolutionary.
In the spirit of Leeton High’s motto, Quinon Profict Deficit (He Who Does Not Advance Goes Backwards), off you went to a bigger bedroom above a bigger bank well before the HSC.
Or, how about something simpler….?
Lovely, that’s what you were…..
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Well, sentimental or what!? I’m feelin’ it…….I really am…..choked up…..I’ll let you on a secret…….when I’m feelin’ like this, I NEVER eat until at least midday – can’t face solids………
Anyway, enough of me, what about YOU? Thanks to everyone who lobs in – we ain’t in the mood for gettin’ closed down, nosiree!!!
New posters, most welcome. I’ll re-phrase that: TREASURED!!! Trigger words: revolutionary, awkward, love, opinion, Malcolm, different, school mottos…..and millions of others. *Remember the House Rule though: Trigger words have to be in The Macquarie: Australia’s NATIONAL Dictionary.
(cr: jumpinglab: flickr).
To say TGM NEVER stops would be a gross understatement.
While our very own ball of love, The Chief Monk of the Gundagai Whirling Dervish Monastery, waits for Lord Ginge to re-appear, TGM has created his own special brand of action down Leeton way.
The Ginger Man is whirling, whirling….The Five Super Puppies and Fingo likewise……..
But this time, has our Obsessive-Compulsive-Bi-Polar-Borderline adventurer gone TOO far?
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Prawn Cutlet Award
August 10th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
Let it be known that The Comer has had a gutful of You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings.
Dear The Comer,
An interesting start to our thread!
Thank you. KJ.
August 10th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
Ralph Blur with a Newsblur from Channel Ten…
Rudd Government Minister Penny Wong today told a Climate Change conference in Leeton, New South Wales, that a canine phenomenon could herald a new source of sustainable power generation.
Wong (to camera):
It’s called Dog Power. It has great promise for the future. Whirling Dogs can lower our emissions, provided we take great care in canine diet lest dog farts create an undesirable outcome.
Blur: What is the phenomenon you are talking about?
Wong: It’s the Dervish Dog, which has been discovered in the Riverina. A genetic combination of dingo and fox has been found that has a whirling capacity equal to a Snowy Mountains generator.
Blur: It sounds like an incredible creature.
Wong: Incredible is the word. When Dervish Dog is awake, he spins. So long as his eyes are open, he whirls. We have found that the power generated by him will run a small television, a computer and half the power needed for a household.
Blur: Perhaps we can take a look.
(Camera closeup of Fingo)
Fingo (whirling) Oroooooooooooooooooo!
Ralph Blur reporting for Channel Ten Lateline.
August 10th, 2009 at 1:36 pm
It is good to remember our innocence.
It is a potent reminder of our universality.
Dear Chadwick,
NEVER let those innocence reserves run down to zero. We’re all buggered then. KJ.
August 10th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
Ralph Blur with a Newsblur from Channel Ten.
Air traffic control at Leeton Aerodrome have picked up radar images of what appears to be a Flying Dog Squadron heading towards Gundagai.
Spectators have lined roads pointing upwards and farmers have abandoned Spring sowing to watch the Canine Phenomenon.
A bone dropped by one of the Care-Free Canines has fallen through a rooftop at Tangmalangmaloo.
Local dogs, to their owners’ amazement, have begun to take off to repel the invaders.
(Cut to picture of Flying Local Dog)
http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/flying_dog.jpg
Ralph Blur reporting……
August 10th, 2009 at 5:28 pm
One for you KJ, one for you……
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knII3S0MZtY&feature=fvw
Dear The Dude,
I love ‘Hold On’ by Tom Waits – I’m CRAZY about it. What a day of high emotion here….I was too choked up to take solids before midday. Now, NO dinner…..I just couldn’t face it……KJ.
August 10th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
You know that little frisson you get when you’re watching TV or a movie and you see a place you know from real life? I just got one of those from reading that yarn about KJ’s mate, Mao of Myrtle St.
A good friend of mine from school was one of Mr Manners’ successors, and I spent many hours in that only tolerably commodious residence above the bank.
What a treat for flatlander rubes like us to look out the window New York-style and watch people going about their business below.
Admittedly the visual delights fell into a fairly limited range, consisting as they mainly did of people clad in man-made fabrics walking past a bank – but a thing doesn’t have to be too novel to count as a novelty when you’re a teenager in the MIA (Murrumbigee Irrigation Area).
The only sour note was that we were strictly forbidden from heckling passers-by from out the window, even in non-banking hours.
To this day, I reckon that joint would be the only private residence in Leeton that I have ever set foot in that was actually upstairs.
Dear Roma Street,
Thank goodness some well-rounded young people got to enjoy activities in the Rural Bank penthouse. I was too flabbergasted by the sheer scope of Che Graham’s ‘works in manure’ to take in my surrounds.
There was ANOTHER upstairs residence in Leeton – the cream brick ‘condo’ purpose-built for the manager of the Murrumbigee County Council in the 60’s. I went there as a kid….and was absolutey floored. ‘Golly, how on earth have I ended up on the set of the Dick Van Dyke show…?’
Sunken loungeroom, sunken dunny, you name it…..they had it…..wanted to stay forever. You never had the pleasure….? KJ.
August 10th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
Lord Ginge, I reedy you good truedatyessireebob.
This Mayzin stuff!
Not since Nasruddin rode his donkey backwards into Baghdad we hear of such a miraclou.
I waitin, waitin whirlin, whirlin.
I happiest men in de whole wyde wuld. Yesirreebobtruedat.
Lord Ginge and Poopies, you watch out fra de magpies and whyte cockertoos.
Dey danjerus fighter pilottes, yessireebob!
Ya fren,
De Chief Monk.
August 10th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
KJ,
It is virtually impossible for me to be outraged…..
But, you’ve really done it this time.
You were too busy marvelling, I suppose, to notice that Mr Manners was NO revolutionary….far from it.
How ordinary. How bloody irresponsible to suggest that sex education is farcical…creates an atmosphere of fear.
KJ, move on. Get on your dancing shoes, come clubbing with me.
Really gobsmacked,
Fanny.
Dear Fanny,
Would it help if I told you that My Revolutionary also wrote about the need for ’safe and reliable contraceptives?’ Which we will – of course – stuff our handbags with if we ever go clubbing. KJ.
August 11th, 2009 at 8:03 am
The most
Illuminating prose,
Cannot compete
With a Girl’s
Painted Toes.
August 11th, 2009 at 8:34 am
I think I remember G. Manners’ sister. She pinched my boyfriend.
Dear Ex-Leetonite,
Yet ANOTHER revolutionary act perpetrated by yet another member of a REVOLUTIONARY family! KJ.
August 11th, 2009 at 9:28 am
Ralph Blur With A Channel Ten Newsblur….
Not since the Battle of Britain have the skies been filled with so much conflict….
Overhead it is dog against dog…. there goes a Doberman poo bomber chewed in the air by a Leeton Labrador….A Riverina Rottweiler is in close combat with a Parkes Poodle.
Eooooooyowbang.
A large poo bomb just exploded nearby…women and children are running for their lives.
It is Tuesday washday in Leeton and much of the washing has been besmirched by the conflict above.
Splattttt! Plomp! Kerthumpp!
This is the Aerial Dogfight of the Century.
I spoke to an RSPCA air warden a short time ago.
Warden: We have erected emergency shelters. Every Leeton dog has taken to the air. Latest reports say that the Gundagai Growlers have joined the invading squadron which is led by Fingo the Fierce, a dingo-fox halfbreed who is an ace with more than twenty kills.
He dives down with a menacing Orooooooooooooooooooo!
……Like a Stuka bomber, creating terror below.
Leeton is fighting for its life……
Ralph Blur reporting from Dog Air Defence Headquarters, Leeton, New South Wales.
August 11th, 2009 at 12:19 pm
Ralph Blur with a Channel Ten News Blur on the Leeton Aerial Terror.
A short time ago I spoke to the Prime Minister, The Rev Kev.
You ask, am I going to do something about this Canine Terror Strike? I answer in the affirmative.
Already I have called world leaders in an attempt to determine the country of origin of these invaders.
I have learned that a sinister figure wearing a green scarf is the mastermind behind this indefensible Act of Terror.
ASIO have tagged the perpetrator as Mr G.
Well, Mr G, I have sought advice from President Obama, and you CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE…OR IS THAT YOU CAN HIDE BUT YOU CAN’T RUN?
Ralph Blur Reporting…….
August 11th, 2009 at 1:23 pm
Dear Roma Street,
Know what you mean about that frisson……
I once saw a TV programme which featured the port of Gladstone in Central Queensland.
I remembered the winning crew in the Brisbane to Gladstone Yacht Race once turning a fire hose on a young reporter, while their wives sang obscene songs.
My sin? Can’t remember. Must have been something I wrote.
Dear Chadwick,
Wives singing obscene songs……WHY, WHY, WHY?
August 11th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
No KJ – I have never penetrated the inner sanctum of the MCC manager’s residence. Sounds groovy. Would it be situated above the main office-slash-showroom down there at the Whitton end of the main drag?
Dear Roma Street,
That’s it – and last time I was home it had a ‘For Sale’ sign on it. I almost fronted up for an inspection just to see whether THE pad still rated. KJ.
August 11th, 2009 at 4:48 pm
Ex-Leetonite and Roma Street,
Thank you for your exquisite local knowledge.
Athens of the Riverine!
Whoda thought Leeton would have its own Dog Air Force?
Go Leeton, Down The Gundy Growlers!!!!
August 11th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Am I dreaming……?
We have crash-landed in a clearing.
All canine crew safe and well.
Suddenly there is a bright light and a large craft lands by us.
A strange hooded figure in pink appears and using an electronic transducer speaks to us:
Earthlings we are from the Planet Klytoria, the world of dreams. Long have we dreamed the dreams of all Klytorians in our Pink Domain that we would travel far and meet the objects of our dreams.
Come with us, Earthlings. Mount……..
As we mounted the stairs I wondered to myself:
Why is Everything So Bloody Pink?
The dogs all nuzzled up to the Klytorians who seem very friendly people……….
August 11th, 2009 at 6:12 pm
For sale, eh?
John Wain (I think it was) once confessed that his dream was to ride through the streets of Bradford seated on a sedan chair being carried by topless women.
My own I showed ‘em dream has always been to buy Leeton’s Historic Hydro Hotel and use it as my own private dwelling.
I’m not exactly swimming around in a pile of cashola, Scrooge McDuck-style, so maybe the Hydro thing ain’t gunna be achievable.
I might have to downscale and aim for purchasing the MCC manager’s condo.
Dear Roma Street,
Many people have had crazy dreams for The Historic Hotel – and many have been left with the arse out of their pants trying to pursue them…
HOWEVER, it will be yours one day if THE dream is big enough. How about you employing The Ginger Man to host your ($$$$$$) open days?
August 11th, 2009 at 6:59 pm
Dear The Chief Monk,
Wonderful news to report. I’ve got all my kids to respond in class with:
YesirreebobtruedatMISSMEG.
The real Education Revolution is underway!
August 11th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
YoMissMegtray! Jus jokin……
I is delicious fra yo Yessirreebobtruedat!
An der childers likewyse.
Yo is sweeter than balaclava chcklit, Yessirr!
I whirl for you one thousand revs per minte when yo tell me dis thing.
Now I an de monks takin off in pursuance of Lord Ginge and de Doggles.
WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRL………
BLAST OFF……….
August 12th, 2009 at 4:27 am
Hello I am Under The Table Top Man, reporting in from the latest European hot spot.
Angela Merkin is oldie but hot, hot, hot!
I am filing Under The Table Top Under Cover Report of German boob presentation.
http://news.smh.com.au/breaking-news-world/merkels-cleavage-heats-up-german-vote-campaign-20090812-eh4d.html
August 12th, 2009 at 9:37 am
Dear KJ,
To know that Your Revolutionary wrote of the need for ’safe and reliable contraceptives’, takes the sting off a little.
When we go clubbing in search of Mr Darcy, I will be dancing. You can stuff your handbag full of condoms (Go on, KJ say ‘condoms’ – they do on telly). I will have only one in my bum bag.
OK, you are out of the mosh pit for now luvvie.
Dear Fanny,
You young’uns are really quite something……CONDOM. KJ.
Fanny.
August 12th, 2009 at 10:23 am
KJ, Miss MeatRaffleTrayjesjokin….truedatyesirreebobtruedat………
What hopping here plis?
Haliens got Lord Ginge?
I borrow Ali Fazar’s Magic Carpet from Ole Chicago Genynun Razzmataz Bar an follow him up dere.
Nasruddin, famous ancient philosopher, give de monks de magick Formula for dis.
I follow Lord Ginge whereevah dat man goes….truedatyessir.
Me the Lord Ginge I love. Yesirreeebobtruedat.
You hold on, Lord Ginge……I comin to Klytoria. Abracadabera.
What has been said, has come to pass……….
Avracadavra! Monk Magic gonna work.
Yesirreeebobtruedat…..עברא כדברא
August 12th, 2009 at 10:50 am
Dear The Chief Monk,
YessirreebobtruedatMISSMEG!
Just HAD to say it again.
The kids can’t wait for question time.
In the meantime TGM: Come Down Immediately!
August 12th, 2009 at 1:37 pm
KJ – Nuh, no open days for me.
The minute I buy the Hydro it becomes closed to the public, especially tour groups, and all the blinds go down.
The only sign of life will be 1982-vintage New Wave and New Romantic music blaring from an upstairs window.
The old joint will become a place whispered about and speculated upon in the main street and at public gatherings……..
What the hell goes on in there?
I heard there’s 500 cats on the premises.
They’ve turned it into a secret sex club. You have to know the password to get in…..
Some Mormons were seen going up the drive but they never came out……
…….and so on and so forth.
……I swear ta God that that Roma Street should never ‘ave come back……I swear ta God! Nothin’ good’s gunna come out of the Hydro, NOTHIN’!…..Heard the latest? Apparently, SHE reckons the ghost of Henry Lawson appears at the end of her bed every night…? If anyone needed her head read…..swear ta God…..KJ.
August 12th, 2009 at 5:11 pm
There is a knock. The Klytorians’ space ship’s automatic doors open.
It is The Chief Monk.
Yessirreebobtruedat! he says whirling round me with his followers.
Lord Ginge! Lord Ginge! Lord Ginge!
The Five Super Puppies are delighted and Fingo gives an Oroooooo of welcome.
Festina and Foxie wag. They all WHIRL too.
Good, another male says the pink clad Klytorian.
Around the walls are pictures of sample human men.
They all have cleft chins, wear cravats and smoke pipes.
WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BLOODY PINK ?
August 12th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
Dear TGM and The Chief Monk,
Megsymixedgrill here – jus jokin’!
Question from the kids:
Have you come across any remains SPINNING around of the First Dog In Space, Laika?
August 12th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
Came downstairs as an Act Of Courage.
Saw the posts and had a look at the night sky.
I’m staying RIGHT DOWN HERE.
I’ve got one house brick on each corner of the doona.
Goodnight.
Dear The Knuckle,
I didn’t know you were an owner-builder. Sweet dreams. KJ.
August 13th, 2009 at 8:16 am
Dear KJ,
I read your latest post with great interest – particularly your descriptions of the highly stimulatin’ artworks produced by your young friend Mr Manners.
I know one of my predecessors was fond of referring to Oz as the arse end of the world (PJK did have a colourful turn of phrase – who can forget two blokes and a poodle?) but I think he got this one wrong.
We Australians really do know our art and culture – we can’t get enough of it…..
(Incidentally, next time you see Malcolm, ask him where he’s hanging his Hensons these days – I hear he’s hiding ‘em in the outside dunny of his Hunter Valley weekender!)….
…And can I just say?
Your correspondent Mr Knuckle should snap out of it, cast off his doona and go forth!
….Straight for the capital where the biggest, bestest most impressive, expensive, important exhibition the whole wide world has ever seen (Mr Gogh, Mr Gaugin - the whole gang…..) will be up.
http://nga.gov.au/MasterpiecesFromParis/
We sent Pete G along for the launch – it’s difficult with Pete, as you know, but it’s one way of keeping him out of the poo…..
God Bless Australia,
The Rev Kev.
The Rev Kev,
HANDS off The Knuckle! Everyone in our little cyber community loves him just the way he is – and so should you – AND Pete and Penny….on the basis that he’s the man with the lowest carbon footprint in Australia, if not the whole Pacific Rim. KJ.
August 13th, 2009 at 10:37 am
Klytoria is the innermost of Jupiter’s known satellites:
*Orbit: 128,000 km from Jupiter
* Diameter: 40 km
* Mass: 9.56e16 kg
She is the daughter of Metis, a Titaness who was the first wife of Zeus (Jupiter).
Metis and Klytoria lie within Jupiter’s main ring.
Klytoria is a small, pink satellite that is very difficult to find………….
August 13th, 2009 at 11:00 am
The Rev Kev,
With respect: No Bloody Way!!
August 13th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
My name is Leda (said the Leader, flashing her pink tongue)
And these are Himalia, Lysithea, Elara, Ananke, Carme, Pasiphae and Sinope……
And this is our dog, Laika, from Planet Earth. We picked Laika upon one of our many travels near your Earth.
The Five Super Puppies and Fingo covered Laika with celebratory kisses.
Apparently, the crew are all named after Jupiter’s moons.
The Chief Monk and his companions stopped whirling:
Me pleased to meet yo. Yessireebobtruedat!!!
Likewyse dat doggie Laika…..Truedatyessir!
What strange tongue is this? said Leda. It does not compute on the tranducer.
YessirIspiktruegood. This Darvish Inglish I whirl for you……
That said, he made a couple of spectacular revolutions.
You are all very good specimens said Leda.
Soon we land……….
August 13th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
Ralph Blur with a Channel Ten News Blur Update
Moscow erupted tonight into a sea of joy when it was announced that the legendary Russian Spacedog, Laika the Sputnik Muttnik, did not die in space in 1957.
A message received from space from an alien craft has disclosed that Laika, the Cosmic Canine, is alive and well and the special pet of the Klytorians who live on a satellite circling the Planet Jupiter.
One small wag for a dog, one giant leap for the world.
Ralph Blur for Channel Ten…..
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laika
August 13th, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Ja, das ist incredible !
It proves what my dear friend Albert E. said about things being outside space and time.
August 14th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Well Lord Ginge, so glad someone finally bloody well found Klytoria….
Me too Mrs T, me too. KJ.
August 14th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
MissMegMeatTray, jus jokin,
I lovin this little Leika……
ALSO Leika lub de kiddoos ob dat Meglady……Yesirrebobtruedat.
I lookin dis picture ob de memorial fra dis little heroine.
http://www.novareinna.com/bridge/laika.html
August 14th, 2009 at 5:46 pm
Leda the Leader asked me if I had any pictures of perfect Earthling Manhood.
Fortunately, I had some comics of Superman and Spider-Man.
Chief Monk was horrified.
Why he wearinge Hunderpants Houtside instedde of Hinside fra de Mayle Modestie?
Some things are difficult to explain………
August 15th, 2009 at 8:36 am
I like this specimen said Leda her pink tongue flashing as she gazed at the drawings of Spider-Man.
We Klytorians must get him…..
What is his name? He appears of early chronological development, post pubescent development and extremely strong muscular growth suitable for climbing.
He is Spider-Man, but his friends call him Spidie.
Spidie? You mean Arachnoid?
Well, yes.
You can send him a message that the Klytorians are coming for him.
WE ARE COMING DOWN. We are coming for the arachnoid!
Why, Oh why, is everything so Bloody Pink?
August 15th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
The Rev Kev, the UN Security Council, Barnaby Joyce, Amnesty International, Ralph Blur…..and anybody else capable of making waves…….
IF those Klytorians go anywhere near Spidie – it’s gotta be WAR!!!!!
It will be ugly and it won’t be over in a day – finding Klytorians is hard enough, reasoning with them almost impossible.
Dear Megsy,
I fear you may be getting ahead of yourself. JUST convincing the powers-that-be that Klytoria even EXISTS may be nigh impossible. KJ.
August 15th, 2009 at 5:58 pm
Tell me about your world said Leda, her pink tongue flashing occasionally, but more relaxed.
……Her eyes quite remarkably softening from brilliant green to azure and her hood thrown back to disclose surprisingly auburn hair done in a style I have not seen since Constance Georgine Markiewicz.
She had also changed from her spacecraft uniform into a silk kimono.
Tell me about yourself.
Nothing to tell, really.
You like to travel?
Yes.
So do I. Tell me, do many men on Earth really have cleft chins, white even teeth, smoke pipes and wear cravats like the print outs we have?
A few, I suppose.
And the men are called Darcy, the females Jane?
Well, not exactly. Some are called Stan.
One moment. The tranducer. Oh yes, Stanislaus.
No. Stan. As in Stan Lee, friend of Spider Man.
Well you can tell him the Klytorians are coming……
There’s a problem, though…..
A problem?
Some men on earth may not accept that Klytoria or the Klytorians exist.
We’ll have to change that she said and her pink tongue began to flash again, making me realise I was not talking to a countess on St Stephen’s Green but a creature from a small pink planet that is difficult to discover.
For a moment I thought everything was becoming Bloody Green.
August 16th, 2009 at 8:52 am
The Chief Monk wouldn’t let up……
Why these leddies want that Spidie chappie? He wear Hunderpants on the Houtside too? What bout de Mayle Modestie?
I have never noticed I said. Perhaps when he wants a new pair he just spins them….
Spin? Like us? He good man then. He Whirlin Spodie Man……..
The PINK LEDDIES LIKE HIM, YESIRREEBOBTRUEDAT! YESSIR!
September 27th, 2009 at 11:52 pm
Probably not the same bed that you sat on but I think the same room once lived in by Mark Taylor.
Dear Peter,
No, no, no…..better than that! I think the bed I sat on was the one in which Mark Taylor was conceived. The campaign to have a plaque on the old Rural Bank Building – ‘Mark Taylor conceived here’ starts NOW! KJ.