Aboriginal Michelle escaped probably for another stint at the American embassy (she got past the guards last time). Ninja (homeless apparently) Ninja”d himself over the roof without detection except for the bent gutter and a displaced tile. Cleopatra Wig Girl spent much time looking puzzled over the incident. He managed a 1 1/2hr stint outside and “just in” Justin escaped to return (involuntarily).
Today I have to let you know it is Mother”s Day tomorrow and I wish all you mothers… something. I don”t quite know what, I will think.
When you think about it, there are quite a few. Take Johnny. He is a mother of a pollie. In fact most pollies are mothers. The petrol companies are mothers, so is the Reserve Bank chief and all home loan lenders. I wish you all a mother of a day. Anyone, really, depending on their Karma, can be a mother.
Our guests are Dan, Dan, Damien and Julian of Dan Banks Band. The music is all live in the pod (with a bit of editing here and there) and it’s sweet harmonies, interesting percussion elements, gently strummed guitar and discrete wind instruments, in short, easy on the ear without being soaked in saccharine.
Well what a fuss is about all over a rugby league game but apparently it is an international? Us and the Kiwis. They are good but we have Johns and a little bit more I hope, but they have Benji.
My escape involved just not going back after my leave, as I suddenly realised it was much better at home than in the lock up. So I researched my options whilst driving past the Aboriginal Tent Embassy and Old Parliament House, as by that stage I was over my time and I had a feeling I would be up for a couple more injections and another stint in HDU if I returned – so I didn”t.
What if you owned two goldfish? And yes, they lived in a fish bowl on the shelf in the lounge room, year after year and, yeah! You developed a deep attachment to them, but because you had secretly fallen out of love, feeding them had become a drag and you thought they were becoming obese anyway, and they had done the same old tricks for all those years (depending on their mood, and I am sure they would have been moody as hell) and you possibly stopped hearing the praise of your pets from your guests.
Another thing that I heard. Well, well, well, what do you know? Mister D has been reported as saying there was no intelligence that could have predicted the drama that unfolded in the Solomons. What is wrong with him and did anybody apart from me not see what the rest of the country would have seen on the television when the Today Show was beamed from the new AFP facility in Weston? And why would mister D say that these viewers, especially myself, were not and are not intelligent? Just have a look at the vision.
No guests this time, but some fascinating chat about Harry Kewell’s thighs and his huge slut westy scrag mum, the terrors of truck drivers speeding (off their tits) and the joys of knocking people’s teeth out. Kandy A’s sole contribution is an enormous belch before taking off to play squash.
My apartment”s sliding door has unhinged and the wall outside has cracked – sure enough there have been some strange goings on here, seeing as I”m always talking to spirits, but they”ve (the spirits) kept it at a minimum thank goodness because if anyone would freak it would be me – then no one would have sympathy. The cops were spooked last time. “Who are you talking to”? “Voices in your head”? the usual, with sideways looks… One told me to put almond oil in my hair (yeah right..). [Read more →]
I should apologise that Gertrude”s year thus far has been so scarcely reported. But you”d probably thank me if you knew what I”d been doing. It”s just not that exciting. And I don”t have Chiffon”s remarkable eloquence, or Evil Alessandra”s unique perspectives. It”s just me and the housework, mostly.
It is early morning for me and I have woken up to the most tragic of circumstances, for the record the date is April 27, 2006.
Well the wheels of our very precise and overly cockatiel beauracracy have launched their well-oiled selves on an adventure “in search of private Kovko” the mud and blood-letting of this little yarn will possibly be buried. Like sand through the hour glass and I would think that the truth will be avoided.
Allo, it is the eve of Anzac Day and I am watching the news and there is the article about the police doing their thing and it occurs to me that Australians had the opportunity to see the police practicing for just such a scenario as this.
The Today Show earlier this year appeared from the new police training facilities in Weston which were made to look like some shanty, presumably in some made up Pacific settlement (as was obvious by the people lurking on verandahs and they even set fire to a building, just so the public could see some results from the increased funding and legislature they had recently received.
Allo, Allo, Allo
Well it is the Friday before this country parades its fallen and they do it with lots of aplomb and then we give them (unofficially) the keys to the city. And a lot of people they have celebration, much, and some much too much. I love this celebration and I like what we call it: AUSTRALIAN AND NEW ZEALAND ARMY CORPS DAY, No English and no Americans and it seems any bloody soldier from any army gets a Guernsey at this one but no English and no American army. WHY IS THAT ? I think we all know why? Viva le dig air.
Always fall back on a character in a book that you may be writing. This may have assisted me in escaping the clutches of the PSU sadist agents… they couldn”t work it out – too quiet all of a sudden. Anyway it”s my story started by another person, no names and it would be a good kids’ story although the other person”s direction started to steer away from reality a bit and started inserting skateboards “let”s go baseball cap on backwards”… yawn. [Read more →]
No real special guests this time, though Sanjiva de Silva and Alice did pop in for a while towards the end. We feature the music of Baron Samadhi, specifically their new CD, ‘On the S.S. Anytime’. Besides querying the meaning on some of the more racy songs on the album, the general impression is that it’s a great CD.
