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Thursday, September 24, 2009
I Wonder About Some Aussie Blokes ....!
I mean; They're all meant to be called Bruce, right? Have square jaws. kin like (if somewhat melanomic) leather. Treat women as only 'Real' men would ..... Then go and fuckin' turn up here ~ reasonably Manly place, I s'pose? But; Looking for This!
Yeppers. I had a nice peak of visitors today. That made me curious, so I went and checked my little map. Three in from Oz. Turns out one was just innocently searching on some term so mundane I've already forgotten it. He stayed just a split second. Another was interested in my thing about the male magpie. Looks like he read it. But That fukka? He hung around! Must've read the whole piece.
And, as far as I know ~ I wasn't interested enough to trawl back any further ~ spring boarded out of here in search of Further shit about the most legendarily Gay nation on the planet.
That just seems so Wrong for a 'Digger'.
Dunno. Maybe it was an immigrant? Oz is said to be sinking under the weight of 'foreigners' these days. (I'm fuckin sure the Aborigines have been saying That for a Century or two now!) Maybe it was a 'Sheila'?
Then again though; I can't help but think back to Bill Allen. Bill was the Head Hall Porter at a top class hotel I worked in, nearly forty years ago now. He was queer as a bottle of chips. Used to be in 'Rep' and had visited Australia.
He once told me how it made even him falter, to step out onto a balcony above a huge party, and look down on Six Hundred guys, all mincing around exhibiting their seemingly snapped wrists. That was even damn near Too queer for old Bill.
That is, till he took a holiday in Greece. Even he had a gut full of it there.
Urgh! Now, Why did I say that? Now I feel quite sick! What a gross concept! FFS!
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You've made me chortle again, Ditch!
ReplyDeleteBottle of chips! That's a new one on me....will be using it. With your permission.
Haven't you got a skip to fill?
Cheers, Mark.
I learned tat one as a youngster, Mark! Like me then; It's been around a while!
ReplyDeleteSkip? Filled and taken away. I've just this minute come throught the door. Cleaned and put away my rifle. Now at a bit of a loss as to do with myself next.
Chuck some more muck around, maybe? A man can always find a place for some cement.