This post was inspired by a post on Richard's bass Bag which you wouldn't have read:
etc. (he does go on a bit).
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Geoffrey (not his real name*) was woken by Shelley ** early in the morning.
Shelley **: Geoffrey*, Geoffrey*, wake up. I haven't heard from Albert*** for at least a day and I'm worried.
Geoffrey*: Wassssamattaupsh!
Shelley **: Wake up, I'm worried about Albert***.
Geoffrey*: Have you phoned him?
Shelley **: He doesn't have the phone connected.
Geoffrey*: Fuck! Have you tried his cell-phone?
Shelley **: He doesn't have a cellphone.
Geoffrey*: Fuck! Have you texted him?
Shelley **: What part of "he doesn't have a cellphone" don't you understand? Sheesh!
Geoffrey*: Watch the strong language Shelley**. Have you sent him an e-mail?
Shelley**: He doesn't have a computer. You know this.
Geoffrey*: Fuck! So Shelley** what do you want me to do about it?
Shelley**: You have to drive up there to check on him.
Geoffrey*: Fuck! It's a 200km round trip.
Shelley**: I know Geoffrey*, and I know that it'll take you several days but he's my brother and ...
Geoffrey*: ....and blood's thicker than water ...
Shelley**: No, he's a pain in the arse but it'll get you out of the house for a while. That bloody Czardas thing is driving me nuts ...
Geoffrey*: Watch the language Shell. OK, I'll go.
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Geoffrey* set off on his drive up to Horowhenua humming Czardas as he went, oblivious to the huge line of frustrated traffic in his wake. "Dum, dum de duddly dum".
3 hours later he pulled in to Foxton where he met an old lady in the men's toilet (best not to ask). She said that she had no money so Geoffrey* took her to the supermarket and bought her a trolley full of groceries. She told him that she hadn't eaten for a while so Geoffrey* drove her home and cooked her a slap-up breakfast from the things that he'd bought for her. Grizelda**** said "What the fuck sonny! Are you trying to poison me? I'm a vegan".
"Fuck" said Geoffrey* and went back to the grocery store and bought a supply of food that had no meat, dairy, fish or flavour and cooked her up something resembling wallpaper paste. You'd think that she'd be pleased but she told him that she couldn't sleep because the bed hadn't been made for 10 years. Geoffrey* made her bed, tidied the house, cleaned the bathroom, mowed the lawn and did a few odd jobs around the place. Three hours later he waved goodbye to Grizelda**** promising to return with some cash.
At the money machine Geoffrey* got into an argument with an old dog. "Fucking old dog" he said and was overheard by it's owner Mr Mean Old Cunt***** who was in some sort of wheelchair.
"Don't talk to my dog like that Sonny-Jim" said Mr Mean Old Cunt*****. "I've had better men than you for breakfast".
Geoffrey* really wasn't listening as he was humming Czardas to himself and was only brought back to reality when Mr Mean Old Cunt***** whacked him on the back of his leg with his walking stick saying:
"Without my walking stick, I'd go insaneI can't look my best I feel undressed without my cane.
Must have my walking stick 'cause it may rain
When it pours can't be outdoors without my cane.
Be-bop-bop-de-la-dum
Be-bop-a-da-bum
Re-bop-be-a
Rop-a-de-bop
Rump-a-de-dum
Ra-da-da-de."
* His real name is Richard.
** Shelley is her real name.
*** No one knows what Albert***'s real name is.
**** Grizelda is her real name
***** Not his real name but he was.
******Not its real name.
2 comments:
A slightly similar thing happened to me last Saturday.
Parallel Universing is alive and well in this blog.
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