old man

today we talk about boobs {0}

well can’t that just be the subject of conversation for every post, not just today, i mean all chest thumping, crease strengthening, sausage sizzling heterosexual men have this strong desire to talk about, be near to and all the rest with breasts – i shouldn’t elaborate on here !! when i’m talking to people about inappropriate internet browsing at work or in the street as i pass them by …. i state the fictional ( maybe i should register it ) www.bigboobsofrobina.com ( a suburb near me ) it would if it existed, and i had anything to do with it, pay homage to the female breast in all it’s forms. this is getting a little weirder that i would normally like !!

any-who, well the reason for this soft and luxurious and somewhat spongy topic today ( goodness !!) is the fact a work mate is having a birthday. big deal you say, but the conversation, planning, laughing and organsing of food for this “at work” celebration has become something of a ben hur production (amazing thing is the imdb site presents my birth year as the date for the film !!). this older person, a man of many legal, dramatic and ball scatchingly good work experiences, has been most magnanimous in his requests for gifts, choice of cake ( black forest ), even describing the way it is normally made. the extra goodness of a work mate who is making the cake as i type – a black forest cake, dripping in alcoholic juices and glutenous excess is remarkable, she ( hope she doesn’t mind being called she !! ) even went to buy the present – we all decided on. indeed i had to tell him to “soorf” – which is a mixed polite company version of “piss off ” – and he did with a smile knowing full well that we had to organise our homage to his oldness. he’s older than me so he has to be old now don’t he.

his act today prior to this christmas like pageantry of gifts and cake was to buy morning tea – yes another cake, a strawberry log with cream, for the customer service queen who’s going on leave and will miss the exciting events of tomorrow. now that we have this get together under way – it’s back to boobs, the tv in the background had yet another silly story about bras. it’s on the angry tv as i call it, the miss described current affairs programs that specialise in supermarket comparisons, soap powder trials, food drama, diets and yes you guessed it bras and boobs and bras and boobs and boobs and bras and boobs …………………

oh jsd  ;o d;i  ;oiii!!!!

come on alan come away now, just go to bed – get some sleep and if you behave you can have some cake tomorrow – alan’s wife !!

p.s before i sent him away to bed, he told me he got this dirty old man thing from http://media.photobucket.com/image/dirty%20old%20man/gitrdonemyway/oldman.jpg?o=10  - what ever that means ?

here it is ain’t it grand –

a major in local politics {0}

i have to start commenting on the actions and mumblings (read speech impediment) of the fictional local mayor (major) to be featured in a story i’m writing. His name will be con flarke and he’s hanging on to the seat of his pants, while holding on to reality with the remaining free hand. the fact that his pants are well past their wear by date doesn’t seem to phase him. over time i’ll post some classic details (made up of course) of his travels through space and time and how those who watch his actions become more and more frustrated.

The best way to start is by me looking at the actions of other mayors (majors) in south east queensland and then blending the facts so the character remains fictional – is that how that’s done? of course the only trouble is that you might google the same detail and figure out who it was based on, such is life. can i be sued if my creative (?) writing is not far enough away from fact ?

we have here in fiction land city an island that floats off the coast – for some reason unknown to all, it became vital that we the rate payers purchase this sadly unsatisfactory island and do something with it. of course my con did not know what and asked the people it was taken away from, what they’d like … rather selfishly and with complete naïvety they said – what we had silly. that wasn’t what my con wanted to hear so now – read many, many, many, millions of dollars later – we have the island for sale or it’s use on a tender, or expression of interest – what a deal for the lucky winner. what the hell ? at least he fancies that he can coordinate the use of dubiously good looking (gold covered – just) young girls and their ridiculous cowboy hats for the promotion of our city in 2010. if you’d like to add some material for my fictional major in local politics – please leave a comment !!