Minister resigns over karaoke scam. Today Tony...

Well that seems alright, I just trimmed my finger nails as a sort of sobriety test before commencing a blog and so far there’s no blood or hair nails so I should be OK to continue. It’s true isn’t it that there are cycles to life, who would have thought that once more Saturday night would become the most wonderful night of the week. Not for its parties and potential for romance this time though, rather because as of five o clock this arvo, IT”S THE WEEKEND, and a long three day weekend at that.
Just as we all do I’ve developed a weekend pattern with Saturday night given over to drink, music and bloging and Sunday to recovery. With no greater responsibilities than getting the washing to the Laundromat and feeding, you may find me visiting my mate Walter and will no doubt find me from this weekend, unless favorably distracted, watching footy. On Mondays , as everyone else must work I like to live in an imaginary world where I’m commencing long holidays and whilst I can’t yet sleep in I can certainly take naps, often three maybe four. Oh its easy really, there’s the after breakfast nap (the sand man loves to visit on a full stomach), then the after paper (no need to stop reading just because of holidays) before lunch nap and of course after lunch I repeat the sand man loves to visit on a full stomach. I must have been tired that day I had four. Tuesday I usually begin to remember that there were things I had to do this weekend, like medical or dental appointments which I’ve usually missed as they were on Monday though the dentist receptionist has wised up and calls to remind me. Not so the stupid liver specialist who made an appointment for me back in November for the 6th of March and rather than call to remind me sent a letter two weeks later to tell me I’d missed it, doh. Hate to see this guy trying to make a quid in the real world. Anyway Tuesdays usually bring me back from the parallel universe and are not in anything like the league of Saturday night and I don’t think I want to talk about them anymore if that’s ok.
What about that Tony (Abbott) and Bronwyn (Bishop)’s rendition of We’re a Couple of Swells I cant wait till next year when they have a lot more time on their hands and will be able to do it on Dancing with The Stars. Who knows we may even see Alexandra Downer don the fish nets again. Oo! What a treat.
I’m having a bit trouble with the music tonight which is probably why this blog is going nowhere but I’ve just found Frank Zappa’s Willi the Pimp which closely followed by The Gumbo Variations and Apostrophe should get me back on track.
It will be a relief to Kelly, Chris and Sue to hear that they’re not missing much in Sydney or N.S.W. this week. There’s an election next weekend which promises to be very exciting, not! The Coat hanger turns 75 this weekend but still has to wait another 25 years to get a letter from the Queen and has to survive another 12 years before any of the O’Keefe clan will take much notice. Don’t get me wrong here, as civic structures go I can find much admire about our harbor bridge, at least its form follows function, much more than I can say for our Opera House. Mmmm fighting words and Kelly keep your eyes open, especially up there in Scotland on the Clyde, maybe the scale will differ but I’m sure there are other bridges to admire many of which have already received their letters from the queen, you may even find opera houses with good acoustics, something most fair minded people would regard as essential to an opera house. It is not my intention with these words to impose upon Kelly some modern (i.e. Paris Hilton era) form of cultural cringe but rather to encourage her to open her eyes and ears to the technological wonders that disguised as humble municipal structures surround her and to take careful note of the acoustic properties of the various establishments where she may have the opportunity to engage in the ancient art of karaoke so that she may have a basis for solid comparison.
Meanwhile on the subject of karaoke we investors find ourselves as usual abandoned now our use by date has been reached. No need to keep us in the loop. No need to report the results now there’s nothing more to be gained from us. Probably lashing into a Guinness in some Irish pub right now, laughing it up with our donations and launching the scam on those poor simpleton Irish. I’ve a good mind to email the minister for the home office warning him of the karaoke scam that looks likely to outdo the Nigerian banker one.
Whallah ya! I just looked in the kitchen where there’s a mess like only a close relative would leave, looks like I’ll be revising my Sunday schedule.
I pinched wallah ya from an Iraqi girl named Chikitita who’s blog I’ve been reading for some time now. It’s fascinating to read of the daily life of a young girl living in Baghdad as a contrast to what we get on the news. Check it out at http://firstwordsfirstwalkfirstiniraq.blogspot.com
Lets keep up this tsunami of bloging and see if we can our own Guinness, world book record that is, not karaoke scam.
Love you all,
Robert