Meant to blog for you today but I was too busy banking, I mean its not every day that your investments declare a forty thousand percent increase, yes I am officially a paper billionaire, however I am unfortunately on fire and you all know there’s no better tinder than paper. Most of the major banks have sent representatives and the teller girl at the local branch of the Commonwealth bank offered to sleep with me though she did emphasise that sleep was all we would do. Of course I debated my position that sleep being such a passive endeavor was not exactly something you do rather something that occupies the time when you do not do and as usual this line of conversation bored her and she wandered off as they all do.

Next day and I’ve just had to delete another partial paragraph that even I found unintelligible and I hear you say why not the whole lot but I hate to waste and it does offer an insight into the state of my mind at the end of a day that involved monumental commercial dealings.

I’ve just been reading in the paper the forecast of cyclonic winds from Woolongong to Newcastle tonight and tomorrow morning and now I’m wondering if I should seek a broker who might insure my ongoing employment should Bunnings blow away tonight. Does the unfair dismissal provision in my enterprise agreement cover my being dismissed simply because my place of employment has been destroyed by an act of god. Lordy be, I think I’d better give this new wealth to charity and return to the good old “got nothing, got nothing to loose” days before I have a nervous breakdown. I can see now that with wealth comes responsibility, why even giving it away would require Hamlet like dark brooding least I’m only passing on my problems on to others. Is that the black dog I see,
oh its just you Olly, come on in boy

But wait, I’ve just realized, all my worries are in vain, Even if Bunnings blows away the gate house would survive. This little 900x1800mm, Hardiplank clad corrugated iron roofed shed has been built to standards required only by the post Tracy cyclone prone tropical north. It may take off and fly for a bit but I bet it would land with no more damage than that Dr. Who’s flying dunny like vehicle. Survival of gatehouse equals survival of gate keepers job, Quid-pro-Quo, case closed. I feel better already. Think I’ll have a nap.

I don’t know who these guys are but they sure knew how to enjoy themselves. Any guesses
Now this is FrankScarrablotti, 1897 – 2007, Born in Coraki and late of Bangalow.
That’s him on the right feeding his pet horse. He grew prize-winning roses, judged cattle at the local show, played the violin and rugby and loved watching the billycart derby down Bangalow’s main street.