My OperaWithdrawal symptoms...
Monday, January 2, 2006 10:40:29 AM
Being a recently sold out and fully converted blog-o-sexual I was starting to feel withdrawal symptoms...there is only one cure for this...a post...:|
Well life for this underwater ceramics techinician goes on much as it has this past age, scarely aware of the exsistance of a world, for which the world is truly thankful. :| ...yeah okay I watched Lord of the Rings today...anyway being serious...
Haven't got to much to report though I did have a most amusing encounter on friday...so there I am right sitting in the car waiting for mum to do something in grandy before I went and talked her into buying the biggest TV possible. On my left was a well worn in falcon, and on my right a bright red, massive, F250 truck, taking up two parks. Now here was snorkey listen to some floyd thinkin it was going to be a boring ten minutes... how wrong was he...
To kick the afternoon's entertainment off there was an exceptional preformance by the couple of the well worn in falcon (here after known as Wayne and Shelia), which would have got them on the set of any soapie. They arrived to their noble chariot to find that the key no longer openned it...rigthio fair enough not worth getting cranky about...but they were a set of classics and decided to have a domestic about it right there in the car park. Naturally as an australian male Wayne blamed it all on the woman claiming "I told you to get another fucking key cut 12 months ago". To which she retorted that "You could have fucking got it cut your fucking self if you weren't such a lazy fucking slob". Needless to say I called round one as a win for Shelia, due to the three pronged swear word attack. Anyway this wen't on for a good five minutes by which time I was in gales of laughter, which they obviously noticed and both turned and gave me dagger eyes, before walking back into grand central...Now snorkey thought this would be the end of his entertainment...but how wrong was he...
Just seconds after Wayne, and Shelia left the owner of the F250 rocks up, turns his fuel guzzling monstorsity on to get the air con going, and then produces a bucket of water and window washing squigy, and proceede to wash the "large red things" windows. Not suprisingly considering the thing looked like he washed and buffed it every morning. Anyway after finishing with the window, in keeping with the stereotype, he produced a big curved pipe, stuffed it and lit it...It was at about this point his pride and joy gave a few cough's shuddered and clonked out (this amused me). At this point I noted it sounded like it had run out of fuel. Anyway then the moroon proceeded to open the bonnet up tap somethings and then try to start it again, and again...and well again...and well was still trying when mum rocked up. None the less this had me chuckling again, serves the old guy right for driving a fuel guzzling monstrosity of a lump of steel with wheels just because he could (looked like a retired American if I eva saw it).
Well life for this underwater ceramics techinician goes on much as it has this past age, scarely aware of the exsistance of a world, for which the world is truly thankful. :| ...yeah okay I watched Lord of the Rings today...anyway being serious...
Haven't got to much to report though I did have a most amusing encounter on friday...so there I am right sitting in the car waiting for mum to do something in grandy before I went and talked her into buying the biggest TV possible. On my left was a well worn in falcon, and on my right a bright red, massive, F250 truck, taking up two parks. Now here was snorkey listen to some floyd thinkin it was going to be a boring ten minutes... how wrong was he...
To kick the afternoon's entertainment off there was an exceptional preformance by the couple of the well worn in falcon (here after known as Wayne and Shelia), which would have got them on the set of any soapie. They arrived to their noble chariot to find that the key no longer openned it...rigthio fair enough not worth getting cranky about...but they were a set of classics and decided to have a domestic about it right there in the car park. Naturally as an australian male Wayne blamed it all on the woman claiming "I told you to get another fucking key cut 12 months ago". To which she retorted that "You could have fucking got it cut your fucking self if you weren't such a lazy fucking slob". Needless to say I called round one as a win for Shelia, due to the three pronged swear word attack. Anyway this wen't on for a good five minutes by which time I was in gales of laughter, which they obviously noticed and both turned and gave me dagger eyes, before walking back into grand central...Now snorkey thought this would be the end of his entertainment...but how wrong was he...
Just seconds after Wayne, and Shelia left the owner of the F250 rocks up, turns his fuel guzzling monstorsity on to get the air con going, and then produces a bucket of water and window washing squigy, and proceede to wash the "large red things" windows. Not suprisingly considering the thing looked like he washed and buffed it every morning. Anyway after finishing with the window, in keeping with the stereotype, he produced a big curved pipe, stuffed it and lit it...It was at about this point his pride and joy gave a few cough's shuddered and clonked out (this amused me). At this point I noted it sounded like it had run out of fuel. Anyway then the moroon proceeded to open the bonnet up tap somethings and then try to start it again, and again...and well again...and well was still trying when mum rocked up. None the less this had me chuckling again, serves the old guy right for driving a fuel guzzling monstrosity of a lump of steel with wheels just because he could (looked like a retired American if I eva saw it).
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