Suggestion for a possible soundtrack …
Einsturzende Neubauten “Armenia” (1986)
Your un-Australianess is becoming a little tedious.
And your musical taste is shit, never heard of John Williamson? Julie Anthony? That’ll be the ace Aussie music playing at your new job cranking the mimeograph machine rolling out these tourist postcards;
I like what he’s doing with the bridge, cNm. Inspirational.
As for my musical tastes, here’s a little something specially for you … I’m sure you’ll feel comfortable with the selection.
Yes, it makes me feel comfortable. Relaxed and comfortable. Brings back a lot of warm memories. Memories almost as warm as the warm wee running down my legs right now. I look forward to a return to those days. We’ll have to use some of that Bill Gates technology to erase that Tommy Leonetti poofta from that clip, but. What sort of name is Leonetti!? We’ll replace him Jimmy Hanlon. Or maybe Col Joye for the 6 O’Clock Rock set.
That’s Tommy Hanlon, Jr, not Jimmy.
Sheesh. I’ve got a blog full of fucking old commie pooftas with Alzheimers.
Here, how about some nice Warren Williams from the golden days of “Bandstand”? Perfect for a little cud-chewing after the strawberry junket for tea and a kero bath from matron …
Well okay, but what I actually meant was Jimmy Hannan;
So I guess you can dial me back a notch or two on the Alzheimers front. And anyway, Tommy Hanlon Jr. was American and so was Bob Dyer who done that BP Pick-a-Box… B fucken P!!!
And that Julius Sumner Miller was American also. Plus Don Lane, too. So, y’know, you’re an imperialist fascist running pigdog.
Speaking of Alzheimers, I find it a worthwhile exercise to ascribe the word “incontinence” to occurrences of the letter “i” as a prefix. iPad becomes “incontinence pad”. See? Hilarious, eh? Hours of fun, keeps the mind active as well.
That Warren Williams is a pervert. Check out the sheila and her poofy boyfriend in the background, they’re wearing summer clothes while WW is wearing a full-length trench coat with his hands firmly buried deep in his pockets…
…see what I’m saying? Geddit, geddit? And that cravat is pretty fucken suspicious, too.
Hmmm, you seem to find this stuff with uncommon ease. A dubious and shadily uncommon ease. Hmmm, yessiree indeedy; hmmm, hmmm.
My 2nd class teacher was a matronly type. She used call kids up to the front of the class and on the pretext of checking if they’d soiled themselves, would cop a feel. There was a couple of kids who were regulars for this “inspection” and seemed to enjoy it as much as the teacher. Every once in a while, teacher and “soiled pupil” would disappear for a cleanin’ up. Fuck. She’s almost certainly dead by now, but y’know, fuck.
Yes, those were the days.
Jimmy Hannan … Yes. Teeth. Lots and lots of teeth … He made Charlton Heston look positively gummy.
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