Mr. or Myth

Boy can’t that Robert get hissy. I wouldn’t want to make excuses for him but it’s probably his foot troubling him again.
Um, what’s that? You want to know how my foot is? Nice to know someone cares. Well it’s still sore but every other ache I ever had including thumbs and toes and especially that shoulder/neck which used to be a real bugger has vanished in the silver lining.
I’m hooked on Naprosyn for sure and it does make walking possible.
Yes, yes I’ve heard about the side effects, but you know we’re all going to die and with the way medicine’s going, all cluttered up with old farts, it looks as if the only choice we’ll have left is what drug procedure to die of.
What? What? Speak up! Not in front of the children? There old enough to be told a spades a spade, strictly in the gardening sense of course, though the perils of their having offspring has crossed my mind.
What’s a Grumpy old Bastard Gran? The one I heard you talking about on the phone to grand Uncle Hugh.
Yes in the unlikely event of the arrival of a new generation I think a censored version of the blog is a good call. An abridged version. Maybe someone could do a comic strip where I would be portrayed as the uncomplaining steadfast scary looking Griffin like character who stands guard of integrity at the gate. The ultimate protector of innocence. Mmm I like that.
What’s that? What about you? Create your own myth, you don’t want to turn out my creation do you? Or maybe you do Hmmm.

Went to Jack and Alice’s on Sunday to compile and collate nine and a half hours of music for your entertainment at the forth coming, no as time flies by make that third coming wedding. Amidst a tangle of cables, books, musical instruments, cups , emptys and an assortment of other paraphernalia which my troublesome short term memory cannot recall, where every footfall of our ten feet had to be carefully considered, we recorded a masterpiece of Bossa-Nova, easy listening, dance and get out of here music.

After that we retired to The Club to witness the second half of the weekends compelling evidence in favor of Clover’s bid to change liquor licensing laws to accommodate more Melbourne like small, intimate and pokie free bars. I suppose this theorem depends on the yet unknown fact of Gelong’s having small intimate bars also, you’d think licensing laws would be statewide. That’s not good enough for you is it, you want more research, dam, you know research is my weakness.

Whilst there I had ample opportunity to survey the potential of these event accommodations and am able to present the following well researched report. Upstairs an approximately thirty meter-square room separated by a concertina partition from the pokie bar, with which the members will have to content themselves, has a bar at one end and a ample glassed off balcony at the other. Happily management has resisted the urge to drape the place in spars, sails and rope. The only decorations being a collection of framed photos and a large bell which will certainly be rung, at least once by some yob, I hope it’s not me. This rather plain room with even plainer lighting, which Jack has plans to modify, is amply glossed by its views of park and harbor. Downstairs, easily accessed, an ample wharf provides another outdoor authentic harbor front entertainment area. Best of all I’m able to report a functional gents with an ample five man urinal where some member, with plumbing skills and an artists heart, has provided an elegant though probably wasteful pipe-work sculpture that delivers equal spray to all five positions at the pull of a string. Sorry girls I have nothing to report.