Hello Folks,
Well we are back from our trip “Down Under”. I enjoyed Australia. We stayed in the resort of Wollombonggongerianty. The town’s slogan was, “Playground For Functioning Illiterates”.
Oz water swirls in a anti-clockwise direction! Watching a floater bravely battle for survival in an unusal direction fascinated me for several hours.
“Magnetic Pole”, Bruce our taciturn concierge told me. He still mourns the death of Bon Scott.
So ever the one with a scientific mind, when I returned home I sought to place a spoon Geller like, on the forehead of Zgbniew Zzzzzgmrboniak, our local Polish builder. Safe to say the spoon fell off.
Magnetic Poles my arse.
I am back at work.
I was involved in a repossession.
Sir Amethyst Yeast-Gravel had failed to pay his Council Tax. The poor old chap is potless. Should take a leaf out of my cousin Terry’s book and consider armed robbery as a career option.
Anyway before I took possession of goods to the value of what Sir Yeast-Gravel owed, his noblilityness kindly allowed me to use his facilities.
You could tell he was posh because of the a copy of Horse and Hound as the in-store reading material.
I like horses. Legs, Necks, Tails. They’ve got the lot.
Couldn’t ride a horse though. Suffer from Stirrup Ankle.
But at least the water in the bowl swirls in the direction it should. Bloody Australians taking liberties with my evacuations. You can tell a lot about a country by the way it treats its sewage.
My Dad used to say to me, “Your stool is your best friend.” I don’t have a clue either. Strange man was Dad. He thought he was 3 parts human and 1 part pigeon.
Bob