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So, not long ago, Fog Mon­ster and I were driv­ing back to Mel­bourne from the town of Colac via a small ham­let known as Birre­gurra. Sud­denly the words of the time­less clas­sic “Ire­land” by Tori Amos struck us as par­tic­u­larly appropriate:

Driv­ing in my Saab, on my way to Birre­gurra (Ire­land)
It’s been a long time, it’s been a long time
Driving […]

Upon dis­cus­sion with the ever-present Ker­mit the Frog, the fol­low­ing scen­ario presen­ted itself deep within the Amazon rainforest:

We are walk­ing through one of the trails in the Amazon rain­forest late at night
Sud­denly a wom­bat mater­i­al­ises
I trip over the wom­bat and fall
The wom­bat dies
I hit my head and also die
Tarantu­las and giant ants eat every­one
Hil­ar­ity ensues

This is not dis­sim­ilar to another […]

And now, dear read­ers, a post which is sorely over­due. The account of a night two months ago…

THE NIGHT OF WHEN WE HUNG OUT WITH BIG GIRL, PREDATOR, PIGEON-RAT AND THEIR CAT AT THEIR HOUSE!
So, there we were, we being of course me, Big Girl, Pred­ator, Pigeon-Rat, Pet0r and Kitten’s Boy­friend, and the cat Se7en. After some thai […]

I am frankly dis­gus­ted. The depths to which the people of this coun­try des­cend to in rais­ing the chil­dren of this nation dis­ap­points me. I have dis­covered what I believe to be a new cat­egory of child abuse, that of “cul­tural abuse”. This is when you expose your kids to unfor­tu­nate influ­ences and thereby stunt their cul­tural, emotional, […]

So, less than a week after pon­der­ing the mean­ing of the term “sociopathy” with a cer­tain Pet Red­head, I was to dis­cover the true mean­ing of the hor­rors of Anti­so­cial Per­son­al­ity Dis­order…
For Chris Medi­cine and I had, in the depths of time known as “first year”, “fresh­er­hood” and “eee! so cuuute! 18 year old fresh meat!!” atten­ded a lec­ture in which […]

On this lovely Fri­day even­ing, I man­aged to catch up with our fair char­ac­ters Aralu­ena, Richey, Tenda­foot and Sir Gawain. After a fine wander through the roads of Carlton and din­ner on Brun­swick Street, we made our sojourn at my res­id­ence. Thus ensconced my guests were strangely enrap­tured with the vari­ous imple­ments and appli­ances. And in time […]

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