Wild Colonial Boys
I've been feeling somewhat more energised this week thanks to healthy living - take that, fatty liver disease! (That's a generally curable hepatic condition, so not quite so severe as its name implies.) And I should ammend my previous post in relation to this and say that, of course, the major problem caused by this condition is to the health of one's liver and not a lack of energy, which would actually be merely the major secondary problem, I guess - at least, for myself. (For further information about all this wonderful liver wackiness, see my comment in the previous post's comments section.)
This past week or so has been fairly good over-all, in fact. I have been working on my second novel; don't wish to give anything away, of course, but it is coming along okay so far and if it maintains its current qualities it should end up being quite unusual and amusing.
My partner, Shantoozy, has now finished school (University of Melbourne) for the year. Yay! Now she can make me dinner every night and bring me beer whenever I dictate it and if you take me seriously then I'll get YOU to bring me the beer!
I heard that an old and very good friend of mine (from high school) was getting pissed on free beer at a Sex Pistols reunion gig or some such in London with its bassist, Glenn Matlock!!! Paul has been a Pistols fan for decades and I remember even giving him Matlock's memoirs for a gift one year, so I know he would have been quite impressed with his evening! Paul is currently involved in a year-long English tour with his band, Vanlustbader, incidentally. The record company has the whole band packed into a tiny apartment, apparently, but I don't think he minds from the sounds of his crazy nights so far. Thor knows the amount of times he's tumbled down venue stairwells over there! But this guy needn't be on tour with any band to be bar-chatting with renowned punk rockers. On a solo holiday to the United States of America a few years back he ended up having a drink with Jello Biafra, whom he'd encountered unexpectedly in a San Francisco bar. I'll add a link to Vanlustbader's site so you can check it out if you like.
Writing of wild nights, I won bingo the other night in Brunswick. The host is a drag queen and the night is called, 'Barb Drops Her Balls'. Her prizes feature such lovely articles as a Sadaam Hussein talking doll, 'The Cunt Colouring Book' ("Good bush," she tells us) and 'The George W. Bush Colouring Book' ("Bad Bush," she says). I won a beautiful(!) tablecloth with a map of Australia on it. Made in China. According to this map, Victoria is not much bigger than Tasmania, Queensland is about as big as, err, well, two Queenslands, actually, and the Northern Territory's most significantly novel animal is a dark-skinned man who wears practically no clothing and carries a spear in each hand, and Tasmania still contains Tasmanian tigers. It now lies gaudily atop our dining table, which is a beautiful(!) '70s fake veneer piece that Shantoozy recently found on the sidewalk.
Stay glue-orbed to this venue for more exciting updates, m'lovelies!
This past week or so has been fairly good over-all, in fact. I have been working on my second novel; don't wish to give anything away, of course, but it is coming along okay so far and if it maintains its current qualities it should end up being quite unusual and amusing.
My partner, Shantoozy, has now finished school (University of Melbourne) for the year. Yay! Now she can make me dinner every night and bring me beer whenever I dictate it and if you take me seriously then I'll get YOU to bring me the beer!
I heard that an old and very good friend of mine (from high school) was getting pissed on free beer at a Sex Pistols reunion gig or some such in London with its bassist, Glenn Matlock!!! Paul has been a Pistols fan for decades and I remember even giving him Matlock's memoirs for a gift one year, so I know he would have been quite impressed with his evening! Paul is currently involved in a year-long English tour with his band, Vanlustbader, incidentally. The record company has the whole band packed into a tiny apartment, apparently, but I don't think he minds from the sounds of his crazy nights so far. Thor knows the amount of times he's tumbled down venue stairwells over there! But this guy needn't be on tour with any band to be bar-chatting with renowned punk rockers. On a solo holiday to the United States of America a few years back he ended up having a drink with Jello Biafra, whom he'd encountered unexpectedly in a San Francisco bar. I'll add a link to Vanlustbader's site so you can check it out if you like.
Writing of wild nights, I won bingo the other night in Brunswick. The host is a drag queen and the night is called, 'Barb Drops Her Balls'. Her prizes feature such lovely articles as a Sadaam Hussein talking doll, 'The Cunt Colouring Book' ("Good bush," she tells us) and 'The George W. Bush Colouring Book' ("Bad Bush," she says). I won a beautiful(!) tablecloth with a map of Australia on it. Made in China. According to this map, Victoria is not much bigger than Tasmania, Queensland is about as big as, err, well, two Queenslands, actually, and the Northern Territory's most significantly novel animal is a dark-skinned man who wears practically no clothing and carries a spear in each hand, and Tasmania still contains Tasmanian tigers. It now lies gaudily atop our dining table, which is a beautiful(!) '70s fake veneer piece that Shantoozy recently found on the sidewalk.
Stay glue-orbed to this venue for more exciting updates, m'lovelies!
posted by S. Gregory | 11:34 pm
4 Comments:
GASP! It MOOOOOVES... Shall I poke you with a stick? You need to be sitting Shantoozy down, picking up her feet and rubbing wonderfully. She made it through the year. YAY! You should bring her dinner.
And if I were down there, I'd bring you BOTH dinner if only to see the marvelousness that is that tablecloth. Does this mean I was waiting on tenterhooks to see when you'd post again? Um, no. But I do check. Every day. :D I'm compulsive that way.
Dear Neuro of Noctivagance,
My brain could sometimes do with a jolly good poke with a stick!
...Actually, regularly do I prove pretty adept with a saucepan and flame. Now if only I could learn how to add ingredients to the equation. :)>
(note currently goated smiley face!)
Goated? You eat garbage and say baaahh? ;-)
(note the jesting wink)
Brains and sticks. Wasn't talking brain. I'd just pick up a stick and poke you. You know. Like dead things. In parks. And forests. During the winter so you don't get hanta or plague.
TMI STRIKES AGAIN!!!
Darkneuro,
Thank Hestia it's almost summer here, then! Actually, Melbourne is still bloody cold but I prefer it that way. Sweaty skin and broiled brains are no way to avoid sluggishness, and hence your pokey stick!
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