So what, Derryn's in on a platform of castrating sexual offenders, child molesters and pedophiles in particular? A new talk show on TV, "Good evening, I'm Derryn Hinch...." Still attached to the beard is he? Impossible to remove the trademark now, fella wouldn’t know himself, and then his fans?... Question, after five years in this sleek brush-back school of S-E Asia: is the Human Headline dyeing? Straight answer, Y or N? (Into his seventies now, come on! Googling the evidence is mixed. What’s the current?) Has he married a former TV starlet? Ida's too old, Nonie Hazelhurst maybe in the running, or is she too old too, I'm outta touch of course. Nicole too young, up here she'd be perfect for the part, excellent. One of the real surprises tonight was finally seeing frumpy little creased Shorty's support. Quentin written all over her: bones, eyes, proportions. In the hills of Montenegro they'd say he's over-reached himself Bill. It did strike some while back this pair of wise-guy marriages, Mal & Bill. Not suggesting anything untoward, the usual time immemorial dynastic dance. On that score you'd have to give Tone a tick, none of that malarkey in his case. Pauline. North Queensland again—8-9% of backcountry folk can get the silly old bag elected to the Fed. Parliament? Belting the Mussies now i guess. On the positive side Howard's friend Nikolic gone. Couple seats on some choice boards till the next tilt; they can always make room for military brass with pol. connections. Really don't wanna come back. Not even for a visit truth be told. Saw something in the news items about dogs in polling booths was it? and democratic partying and sausages. Give up these Ramadan pageants here for that? The cabbie at the table tonight, Jaf'aar's younger bro, forget his name, was nodding off. The cough syrup the Polyclinic prescribed he reckons (told him to chuck it and turn off the overnight aircon sure enough he uses). Fella told of his iftar meal over at the mosque around the corner. Four chaps around a large plate? he was asked. That's right, he answered. Every night for a month for those who wanna partake, free of course. Can you magine? Can you just paint the picture for yerself? Fifty plates like 750mm diameter, foursome surrounding sitting cross-legged on the tiling, bare-footed breaking bread, cupping the tea laid on. It was Syed the hipster Hadrami, from the Yemen, who first rhapsodized about the Ramadan feasts. Every year he looked forward to them. Junkie with a record, broken nose, jobless, having a secure welcome place at the board. Imagine. Not easy from down where yr looking. You want a sausage at a sizzle in place of that, coldie to go with it make you happy you reckon? Lads flicking between the footy and the results of that other game in town, the other entertainment, our precious democracy and way of life. I'm staying where I am ta very much, you can have it, sorry. Should add too they are big EPL fans here, the ManU Corp. captured them, Chelsea and City; in the recent season they all got onto Leicester of course. The Euro Cup would ordinarily have them salivating over their teas and Milos at the Al Wadi tables, rocking on, especially when they were off the leash through the night in Ramadan. But, know what? During Ramadan there can be permitted no distraction—dead TVs throughout. Stiff. Too bad, one old fan commented the other night. Can you imagine a blackout down there, electioneering blackout yeah, but cricket or the footy?
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