Happy New Year!
A recap is in order... I might do it later...
Don't die horrifically.
BLR.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Insights of a fortune cookie quality.
I wonder if a patch club called The Loners is a bit contradictory.
Ride a Harley to be different and buck the system... Harley make more profit out of the sale of badged merchandise than they do motorcycles.
I work longer hours and accept more stress to improve my life....
I accepted 30 years of major debt gratefully and despised my year to year transitory rental leases.
I write for an audience of none and take care to set it down properly.
Catch you later....
Ride a Harley to be different and buck the system... Harley make more profit out of the sale of badged merchandise than they do motorcycles.
I work longer hours and accept more stress to improve my life....
I accepted 30 years of major debt gratefully and despised my year to year transitory rental leases.
I write for an audience of none and take care to set it down properly.
Catch you later....
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Chapter One, paragraph 4, 5 ,6: Guy Steel, PI
The office Guy rented was one of many in a mostly disused block. Back in it's heyday it was home to aspiring failures waiting to happen, now it kept the resigned but employed out of the way of successful and respectable citizens.
The light over the rear exit cast a feeble glow on the steps down to the car park out the back. Guy swore and smashed the light globe on his way out. Nothing like a little light to give the wrong people an easy target. He'd told Mr Lim to leave it be but the maintenance man still had enough pride to fix what he could in a building that no longer worked.
The matt black Camaro sat where Guy had left it in the disabled parking spot closest to the exit. He knew noone but him used it these days. He pressed the disarm switch that turned it from shrapnel bomb to car and got in. He kissed the St Christopher medal hanging from the rear-view mirror and moved out onto the street.
The light over the rear exit cast a feeble glow on the steps down to the car park out the back. Guy swore and smashed the light globe on his way out. Nothing like a little light to give the wrong people an easy target. He'd told Mr Lim to leave it be but the maintenance man still had enough pride to fix what he could in a building that no longer worked.
The matt black Camaro sat where Guy had left it in the disabled parking spot closest to the exit. He knew noone but him used it these days. He pressed the disarm switch that turned it from shrapnel bomb to car and got in. He kissed the St Christopher medal hanging from the rear-view mirror and moved out onto the street.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Chapter One, paragraph 3: Guy Steel, PI
Time passed in sweaty bordom and sleep until dusk made a welcome entrance. Guy set out the tools of his trade then showered to wash away the nightmares every sleep brought. Clean but never shaven he grabbed a fifth of cougar and his bag of tricks and headed for the door. He hesitated at the front door before existing by the rear. He still wasn't sure he'd smoothed over the problems of the last cheap job for a cashed up client who didn't like the truth. He'd learned back in the Force that you had to know when to move in the shadows when money came after you.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Chapter One: Guy Steel, PI
The fan spun lazily, barely moving the hot humid air in the small once-white painted office. It was hot, damn hot. Guy Steel, P.I., had his feet propped on the old worn desk he bought from a school auction last summer. It was cheap and institutional but he could hide the bourbon in a draw on the left and his Penthouse mags in a draw on the right. Somewhere in the middle it kept the files he was working on off the floor. Just like Guy himself, it wasn't pretty but it did the job.
A snore escaped from under Guy's hat. In this heat he took the same approach as his dog Sargent, he slept away the hottest hours until the evening crept up and he crept out. Camera in hand, Guy would spend the night hours watching and waiting. Occasionally he would come up empty handed but he was persistent and patient and eventually he'd get a snap every spouse dreaded, the loved one walking out of a cheap motel with the shirt misbuttoned or the skirt not quite straight. For now though Guy slept and waited for his hour to come.
to be continued...
A snore escaped from under Guy's hat. In this heat he took the same approach as his dog Sargent, he slept away the hottest hours until the evening crept up and he crept out. Camera in hand, Guy would spend the night hours watching and waiting. Occasionally he would come up empty handed but he was persistent and patient and eventually he'd get a snap every spouse dreaded, the loved one walking out of a cheap motel with the shirt misbuttoned or the skirt not quite straight. For now though Guy slept and waited for his hour to come.
to be continued...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Arse humping butt freaks
Yeah I know, but those porno junkies might goolge that and stumble in here by mistake and sup from the teat of my wisdom.
So what has been happening with me I hear you wail? My absence from the bloggerphere has been keenly felt and I can tell. Remember that angry person on the ride in today? Not getting the good stuff from Papa Banana. Time to fix the drought my thirsty lambs.
I had a house warming during one of Melbourne's classically shitty freezing winter days. Rained all day then the skies cleared for the evening and dropped 20 degrees. I know this foul winter bitch well and stocked up on coal and gas bottles and fought back the cold with heat and many happy people eating spicy food and drinking silly drinks called "aftershock" and tequila. Papa Banana - 1, winter bitch - 0. I rock.
During the same night a friend of mine finally succumbed to the mind rays and agreed to sell me one of his motorcycles. Best for both of us really. He will no longer get brain cancer from continuous subliminal brain tuning and I get an SR500 to tinker with. Although the actual transaction is yet to take place he said it in front of witnesses and even repeated the agreement when sober a few days later. Technically he is now my new bike's caretaker as I am the caretaker of his new cash. We will both be very happy I'm sure.
I have bought new sexy bits for the Betty the viffer, soon to be fitted. She has a new set of swanky Italian wave disks, a new one-tooth-smaller-just-so-I-can-finally-do-wheelies-sprocket, and soon to arrive ......a set of ultra-studmuffin steel-braided brake lines that look like carbon fibre and have gold fittings. My pants are suddenly tight with joy. My bike will cause women to swoon and make men want to be me... or just wonder why I spend so mucho peso on a bike. Simple answer, I like hotrods, I like bikes, this will be my bike hotrod if I can ever afford to do all the good and expensive and ludicruous things I want to do to it. Plus, every fucking wanker squid knob jocky has a GSXR, R1, CBR1000r, ZX10 penis extension and might as well buy there personality from Kmart and be done with it. If you don't race don't fucking pose in front of me you utter bastard on your ultra-bike you can never hope to ride properly. They think neons and a loud exhaust make them special and cool and unique. It makes them common and fucked.
I'm off to Tassie next year with a good crowd of some of my favourite people. We're all heading over on the boat then visiting my Dear Mother for coffee and a fry up the next morning before risking licence and limb as we navigate arguably Australia's best riding roads. My mum is a quiet soul so God only knows what she will make of me and my 15 mates, all aboard noisy bikes, rocking into her cul-da-sac at some early hour to say "hi, we need coffee and a bbq breakfast". I hope she will still speak to me afterwards. It's going to be a cracker of a trip and I'm already planning my kit, spares and tools. I expect I will forget or leave all such things at home and make do with a swiss army knife, 1oomph tape and WD40. Works every time.
Well then, I don't want to wear out my welcome in your frontal lobe so will do my usual.
Catch you later...
So what has been happening with me I hear you wail? My absence from the bloggerphere has been keenly felt and I can tell. Remember that angry person on the ride in today? Not getting the good stuff from Papa Banana. Time to fix the drought my thirsty lambs.
I had a house warming during one of Melbourne's classically shitty freezing winter days. Rained all day then the skies cleared for the evening and dropped 20 degrees. I know this foul winter bitch well and stocked up on coal and gas bottles and fought back the cold with heat and many happy people eating spicy food and drinking silly drinks called "aftershock" and tequila. Papa Banana - 1, winter bitch - 0. I rock.
During the same night a friend of mine finally succumbed to the mind rays and agreed to sell me one of his motorcycles. Best for both of us really. He will no longer get brain cancer from continuous subliminal brain tuning and I get an SR500 to tinker with. Although the actual transaction is yet to take place he said it in front of witnesses and even repeated the agreement when sober a few days later. Technically he is now my new bike's caretaker as I am the caretaker of his new cash. We will both be very happy I'm sure.
I have bought new sexy bits for the Betty the viffer, soon to be fitted. She has a new set of swanky Italian wave disks, a new one-tooth-smaller-just-so-I-can-finally-do-wheelies-sprocket, and soon to arrive ......a set of ultra-studmuffin steel-braided brake lines that look like carbon fibre and have gold fittings. My pants are suddenly tight with joy. My bike will cause women to swoon and make men want to be me... or just wonder why I spend so mucho peso on a bike. Simple answer, I like hotrods, I like bikes, this will be my bike hotrod if I can ever afford to do all the good and expensive and ludicruous things I want to do to it. Plus, every fucking wanker squid knob jocky has a GSXR, R1, CBR1000r, ZX10 penis extension and might as well buy there personality from Kmart and be done with it. If you don't race don't fucking pose in front of me you utter bastard on your ultra-bike you can never hope to ride properly. They think neons and a loud exhaust make them special and cool and unique. It makes them common and fucked.
I'm off to Tassie next year with a good crowd of some of my favourite people. We're all heading over on the boat then visiting my Dear Mother for coffee and a fry up the next morning before risking licence and limb as we navigate arguably Australia's best riding roads. My mum is a quiet soul so God only knows what she will make of me and my 15 mates, all aboard noisy bikes, rocking into her cul-da-sac at some early hour to say "hi, we need coffee and a bbq breakfast". I hope she will still speak to me afterwards. It's going to be a cracker of a trip and I'm already planning my kit, spares and tools. I expect I will forget or leave all such things at home and make do with a swiss army knife, 1oomph tape and WD40. Works every time.
Well then, I don't want to wear out my welcome in your frontal lobe so will do my usual.
Catch you later...
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Still lazy, not dead, news at nine
óla folks,
So much to say and so little voosh. I'm having my house warming at last, should be good and if all goes to plan I will end up drunk, naked and running down my street followed by like-minded souls. That's the sign of a good party. There is a roundabout near by which I hope to incorporate. I'm thinking tequila shots with a dash of tabasco and a bear chaser. I might have enforced a "no pants" rule but I know some people I'd never want to see naked are coming so that's out. Have to do with a mad naked dash and hope we don't attract the cops.
Catch you later
So much to say and so little voosh. I'm having my house warming at last, should be good and if all goes to plan I will end up drunk, naked and running down my street followed by like-minded souls. That's the sign of a good party. There is a roundabout near by which I hope to incorporate. I'm thinking tequila shots with a dash of tabasco and a bear chaser. I might have enforced a "no pants" rule but I know some people I'd never want to see naked are coming so that's out. Have to do with a mad naked dash and hope we don't attract the cops.
Catch you later
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
ANZAC Day
I find this to be one anniversary I don't miss. If for no other reason than my beloved Essendon take on the stinking refuse that is Collingwood.
I spent the early part of the day meeting up with friends and taking time to go for a ride out west through some dull road, some fun roads and some contemplative roads. We spent the morning enjoying ourselves just as we pleased. The destination was a quiet country town, the corner shop sold milk, bread and ammo just to give you an idea. We turned up just as the commemoration ceremony was under way. I was moved to stand amongst the locals and my friends and listen to the old digger doing the talking and listening to the Last Stand.
My freedom and way of life was paid for by the men of my country, fighting Europe's wars and then our own on the so-near boarders of Singapore, Thailand, New Guinea... These same young fighting men and the women of the nursing corps put it all on the line so blokes like me could live the life I'm living. So, when I think about the irreverent and fun way I spent ANZAC Day on my motorcycle, I don't feel like I've let them down or I'm wasting my time. Instead, I feel that I am paying them the respect due to them by using and enjoying my time and freedom as I choose, since that's just what these poor buggers fought for - our rights and the defeat of tyranny.
I'm very proud and very grateful of my countrymen now gone. Lest we forget.
Catch you later.
I spent the early part of the day meeting up with friends and taking time to go for a ride out west through some dull road, some fun roads and some contemplative roads. We spent the morning enjoying ourselves just as we pleased. The destination was a quiet country town, the corner shop sold milk, bread and ammo just to give you an idea. We turned up just as the commemoration ceremony was under way. I was moved to stand amongst the locals and my friends and listen to the old digger doing the talking and listening to the Last Stand.
My freedom and way of life was paid for by the men of my country, fighting Europe's wars and then our own on the so-near boarders of Singapore, Thailand, New Guinea... These same young fighting men and the women of the nursing corps put it all on the line so blokes like me could live the life I'm living. So, when I think about the irreverent and fun way I spent ANZAC Day on my motorcycle, I don't feel like I've let them down or I'm wasting my time. Instead, I feel that I am paying them the respect due to them by using and enjoying my time and freedom as I choose, since that's just what these poor buggers fought for - our rights and the defeat of tyranny.
I'm very proud and very grateful of my countrymen now gone. Lest we forget.
Catch you later.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
So yeah....
It's been an interesting start to the year, in the Chinese curse way. I've already been helping my Near and Dear deal with two break-and-enters, we've been victum of one hit-and-run in a car and one full accident where a P-Plater rammed up the back of me and redesigned my Utes rear end. Now today Mel's dog is in puppy hospital with a suspected broken hip from trying to jump the front fence and missing. Feck sake, who did we piss off lately?
On the bright side I now own a house and will be moving in in about a month. I'm busy packing and recruiting mates to make the move, fast, easy and for once efficient. It will probably be a shambles. Nah... I'm really determined to get this over with so as long as I can get some help lifting stuff we'll be right.
I'm working my ring off at the moment which should one day bear fruit but being a multi-national and my one-over manager having his head in the region of up his arse who knows. At least I'm giving myself a shot.
I went for a very long ride on Sunday which was more tiring than anything else. I'm a little out of form for long rides. Long straights to no-where don't help much either. Still, helping a friend sort out a ride route is just something you do so there you go. Shame is, I'll miss the improved proper ride this Sunday since I'll be packing and helping Mel with the gimp dog. I might still drop in later and watch the re-run of the MotoGP race on that weekend. Must have some biking fun that weekend.
Well, I'm bushed and out of thoughts.
Catch you later...
On the bright side I now own a house and will be moving in in about a month. I'm busy packing and recruiting mates to make the move, fast, easy and for once efficient. It will probably be a shambles. Nah... I'm really determined to get this over with so as long as I can get some help lifting stuff we'll be right.
I'm working my ring off at the moment which should one day bear fruit but being a multi-national and my one-over manager having his head in the region of up his arse who knows. At least I'm giving myself a shot.
I went for a very long ride on Sunday which was more tiring than anything else. I'm a little out of form for long rides. Long straights to no-where don't help much either. Still, helping a friend sort out a ride route is just something you do so there you go. Shame is, I'll miss the improved proper ride this Sunday since I'll be packing and helping Mel with the gimp dog. I might still drop in later and watch the re-run of the MotoGP race on that weekend. Must have some biking fun that weekend.
Well, I'm bushed and out of thoughts.
Catch you later...
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Boughting a House
I bought that damn house.
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Holy Shit!
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Sometimes things just go your way and now I'm a house-owner. It was a hell of a lot more fun than losing my viginity though the anxiety levels were pretty much on par. My buyer's agent did a good job though I didn't end up with the dishwasher I'm not fussed, I'll just go buy me a brand newey, oh baby! The whole thing went as I could only hope it would, no one and I do mean no one, besides me turned up to bid at the auction so it was called off and the seller's agent came up to me asking for an offer. In jumped my agent and away we went. In the end the price was good and I think I saved a few thousand dollars all up. 57 days and it is mine. Life rocks.
Catch you later...
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Holy Shit!
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Sometimes things just go your way and now I'm a house-owner. It was a hell of a lot more fun than losing my viginity though the anxiety levels were pretty much on par. My buyer's agent did a good job though I didn't end up with the dishwasher I'm not fussed, I'll just go buy me a brand newey, oh baby! The whole thing went as I could only hope it would, no one and I do mean no one, besides me turned up to bid at the auction so it was called off and the seller's agent came up to me asking for an offer. In jumped my agent and away we went. In the end the price was good and I think I saved a few thousand dollars all up. 57 days and it is mine. Life rocks.
Catch you later...
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Buyin'a house
"This is my property mudda farker and this is my shotgun!"
It might be a little coarse and a touch rabid around the edges but I think I've hit the right note with how I want to come across at the auction this Saturday for the possible new Casa Del Jake. I'm a going biddin' folks and if you fuck with me and make the house I'm a biddin' fo too 'spensive.. well sir, I'm agunna come back in the dead of night and introduce you to Mr Bad Times and Senior Pain.
Or maybe not, but I 'spose scaring people off of bidding for this great place I found isn't technically illegal is it? Really? well, too bad. I hope it rains all day and night and people all get gastro and stay home and only me and my agent show up. So there.
The fact that it's supposed to be 30+ might not be bad, keep the weak and the infirm inside where they belong, and not at the auction for the house I want just a little badly.
It's got a new four car garage for cryin' out loud! (At this point all the men go "Ahhhhhhhh!" and the women "huh? so?", women no nothing of what men need.) Anda great area for BBQs and stuff. I could go on and on but then I'd start sounding all feminine when I went on about the great new kitchen and bathroom and the limitless hot water, so I wont. But just so I've mentioned it the cupboards in the kitchen are finished in industrial blue hammer tone paint and the bench kick boards make it look like a giant tool box.
It will be mine, oh yes it will.
Catch you later...
It might be a little coarse and a touch rabid around the edges but I think I've hit the right note with how I want to come across at the auction this Saturday for the possible new Casa Del Jake. I'm a going biddin' folks and if you fuck with me and make the house I'm a biddin' fo too 'spensive.. well sir, I'm agunna come back in the dead of night and introduce you to Mr Bad Times and Senior Pain.
Or maybe not, but I 'spose scaring people off of bidding for this great place I found isn't technically illegal is it? Really? well, too bad. I hope it rains all day and night and people all get gastro and stay home and only me and my agent show up. So there.
The fact that it's supposed to be 30+ might not be bad, keep the weak and the infirm inside where they belong, and not at the auction for the house I want just a little badly.
It's got a new four car garage for cryin' out loud! (At this point all the men go "Ahhhhhhhh!" and the women "huh? so?", women no nothing of what men need.) Anda great area for BBQs and stuff. I could go on and on but then I'd start sounding all feminine when I went on about the great new kitchen and bathroom and the limitless hot water, so I wont. But just so I've mentioned it the cupboards in the kitchen are finished in industrial blue hammer tone paint and the bench kick boards make it look like a giant tool box.
It will be mine, oh yes it will.
Catch you later...
Friday, February 17, 2006
I Brew, therefore I am...pissed alot.
I make Beer now. Bow down and gaze up in wonder, mortal non-brewing types! I have joined the brotherhood of the Brewers, and it is good. As we speak, or as I write as the case just happens to be, my next Beer (note the capital B, none of this mass-produced beer [lower case b] here thank you very much) is about to start its mystic journey from common water, hops, yeast and a can of Brewmaster India Pale Ale (IPA to us in the know, nod nod, wink wink) into the transendental state of Beer.
It's very much like how in Lord Of The Rings a bunch of Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, Men and an Old Guy get together to Save The World. Of course it all falls apart about half way through episode 1 whereas my coming together of disimilar elements will make Beer and not be beset by trolls and goblins and another Old Guy making mischief. Still, the correlation is a strong one as I'm sure you can see. In the end it's good Beer all round and people dance and get happy and fall over.
It's very much like how in Lord Of The Rings a bunch of Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, Men and an Old Guy get together to Save The World. Of course it all falls apart about half way through episode 1 whereas my coming together of disimilar elements will make Beer and not be beset by trolls and goblins and another Old Guy making mischief. Still, the correlation is a strong one as I'm sure you can see. In the end it's good Beer all round and people dance and get happy and fall over.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Busy, busy, busy
I'm looking for a house to buy, getting geared up for a three week holiday, brewing beer, drinking beer, helping Mel repave around the house and generally doing much stuff. I have lots to write about and bugger all time to do it. I hardly get on the PC these days. Oh and I bought a new printer/scanner/copier.
Today is Valentine's Day. I consider it a gratuitous wank created by Hallmark and Interflora to waste my money. Fuck you both you corporate leeches...I'll just have to suck up to Mel another way since I have no card or flowers. I'll cook dinner and add that special ingredient - love. But she'll probably prefer flowers. Fuck it.
Fuck is such a great word. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckity Fuck, fuck.
I'm going now, time to self medicate.
Catch you later...Fuck.
Today is Valentine's Day. I consider it a gratuitous wank created by Hallmark and Interflora to waste my money. Fuck you both you corporate leeches...I'll just have to suck up to Mel another way since I have no card or flowers. I'll cook dinner and add that special ingredient - love. But she'll probably prefer flowers. Fuck it.
Fuck is such a great word. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckity Fuck, fuck.
I'm going now, time to self medicate.
Catch you later...Fuck.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
I wish I took public transport.
Reproduced from The Herald Sun
Saucy speech on train out of line
Liam Houlihan
12jan06
MELBOURNE'S train temptress has struck again.
However police and rail officials have met to plan an end to her saucy crime spree.
The woman broke into a cabin on a peak-hour Frankston train on Tuesday night and broadcast X-rated praise of the driver to stunned commuters.
The husky-voiced intruder is believed to be the serial seductress behind a similar break-in and announcement on the Sandringham line last week.
The trespasser evaded capture by authorities on both occasions.
As her break-in broadcasts become more frequent, longer and more detailed, pressure is building for Connex to catch the profane prankster before more commuters are subject to her sexy speeches.
"There was a woman on the address system. It was very graphic about how she was going to have sex with a driver for about three minutes," said Angela, a passenger on the Frankston-bound train. "I thought she was in cahoots with the driver."
Angela said there were families on board unhappy their children were exposed to the content.
Passengers on the trains during both incidents believed the woman was in the cabin with the driver or was a voice on a 1900 sex call.
The broadcasts are now thought to be the work of a lone female hijacking the PA system in vacant train cabins. Police are scanning CCTV footage from stations to identify her.
Ticket inspectors have been briefed to be on the lookout for the woman.
"When the train comes to a stop at a station it is easy for them to slip out of the cab and merge with other passengers," said Connex spokesman Andrew Cassidy said.
Connex yesterday discussed the incidents with Transit Safety Division officers.
Connex has said some people are aware of a weakness that allows them to force their way into vacant cabins and hijack the PA. They said the flaw would be fixed this year.
I can't begin to tell you how much I wished this sort of thing went on when I was stuck taking the bloody train back in the bad old days. Train rides are after boring, smelly and occasionally dangerous affairs which need some lightening up. Of course sitting there with a hard-on has it's own problems, namely, how the hell do you track the lady down and give her your phone number without looking like a dirty perv?
If I was connex I'd hire her for the late night routes (heh, heh, double entendre!) to give the travelers a pleasing and stimulating diversion....or not, I just had images of the trench coat brigade traveling all night leaving sticky finger prints all over the place. Urrgh, yeah scratch that! Still, I hope she gets away with it and finds a nice position with a phone sex company where her skills can be properly remunerated.
Catch you later...
Saucy speech on train out of line
Liam Houlihan
12jan06
MELBOURNE'S train temptress has struck again.
However police and rail officials have met to plan an end to her saucy crime spree.
The woman broke into a cabin on a peak-hour Frankston train on Tuesday night and broadcast X-rated praise of the driver to stunned commuters.
The husky-voiced intruder is believed to be the serial seductress behind a similar break-in and announcement on the Sandringham line last week.
The trespasser evaded capture by authorities on both occasions.
As her break-in broadcasts become more frequent, longer and more detailed, pressure is building for Connex to catch the profane prankster before more commuters are subject to her sexy speeches.
"There was a woman on the address system. It was very graphic about how she was going to have sex with a driver for about three minutes," said Angela, a passenger on the Frankston-bound train. "I thought she was in cahoots with the driver."
Angela said there were families on board unhappy their children were exposed to the content.
Passengers on the trains during both incidents believed the woman was in the cabin with the driver or was a voice on a 1900 sex call.
The broadcasts are now thought to be the work of a lone female hijacking the PA system in vacant train cabins. Police are scanning CCTV footage from stations to identify her.
Ticket inspectors have been briefed to be on the lookout for the woman.
"When the train comes to a stop at a station it is easy for them to slip out of the cab and merge with other passengers," said Connex spokesman Andrew Cassidy said.
Connex yesterday discussed the incidents with Transit Safety Division officers.
Connex has said some people are aware of a weakness that allows them to force their way into vacant cabins and hijack the PA. They said the flaw would be fixed this year.
I can't begin to tell you how much I wished this sort of thing went on when I was stuck taking the bloody train back in the bad old days. Train rides are after boring, smelly and occasionally dangerous affairs which need some lightening up. Of course sitting there with a hard-on has it's own problems, namely, how the hell do you track the lady down and give her your phone number without looking like a dirty perv?
If I was connex I'd hire her for the late night routes (heh, heh, double entendre!) to give the travelers a pleasing and stimulating diversion....or not, I just had images of the trench coat brigade traveling all night leaving sticky finger prints all over the place. Urrgh, yeah scratch that! Still, I hope she gets away with it and finds a nice position with a phone sex company where her skills can be properly remunerated.
Catch you later...
Monday, January 02, 2006
Happy New Year
Happy New Years guys, I'm amazed I'm still writing. I promise to perhaps deliver more or the same, if I can be bothered, and do it in a way pleasing to me and me alone.
I went for a long ride today with people I like to spend my time with. Let's call them friends. I spent my New Year's Eve with these folks and had my first proper ride of the year with them too. That may be in some way meaningful and/or cosmic. I call it fun, it's shorter to say and easier to spell.
Firstly, we took on the man.....
Then we got lost and bewildered...
This seems to happen alot.
May your New Year deliver the goods, mine started well.
Catch you later...
I went for a long ride today with people I like to spend my time with. Let's call them friends. I spent my New Year's Eve with these folks and had my first proper ride of the year with them too. That may be in some way meaningful and/or cosmic. I call it fun, it's shorter to say and easier to spell.
Firstly, we took on the man.....
Then we got lost and bewildered...This seems to happen alot.
May your New Year deliver the goods, mine started well.
Catch you later...
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