Greetings all, it has been a while since I've taken up the keyboard of creativity. As Mia Freedman said in Sunday Life on 2 October, 'You can edit bad words, but you can't edit no words'. Thus inspired, I decided it was time to write some words. The choice of topics is endless.
I considered the usual suspects: people who walk around my suburb who must think their dogs never 'poo' because the four legged creature is out of their line of sight when it deposits an immense smelly pile in front of someone's house. Then there is the clown trapped in a time warp of the 1970s who thinks it the height of consideration to lean on their car horn to summon their intended passenger from their home. The intended passenger, needless to say, is hard of hearing and appears to have their head thrust into the toilet bowl in order to enjoy the tranquillity. The intended passenger thus does not hear the horn blasting summons and thus the intrepid chariot driver must lean many times on the horn to achieve the intended effect. Sadly the Government has failed us in that satellites have not been diverted to monitor these miscreants and record their identities for public naming, shaming and ridicule.
Such a wealth of material was defeated by the requirement to discuss things that Mycroft hears and Mycroft knows. The impending television event 'The Slap' seemed a good place to start on the list of things that Mycroft knows this week. For those of you who have not caught up, it seems that this is a mini series filmed in real time about the events taking place at the Quintessential Aussie Barbecue. As best I can gather, someone is having a birthday and threatens to slap himself unconscious because of the appalling boredom generated by his friends. An episode is devoted to each of the 75 major characters as the fascinated viewer looks on. I have seen this series trumpeted as 'sure to be controversial' though I suspect 'sure to have a narrative proceeding at sub-glacial pace' is going to be nearer the mark.
I considered the usual suspects: people who walk around my suburb who must think their dogs never 'poo' because the four legged creature is out of their line of sight when it deposits an immense smelly pile in front of someone's house. Then there is the clown trapped in a time warp of the 1970s who thinks it the height of consideration to lean on their car horn to summon their intended passenger from their home. The intended passenger, needless to say, is hard of hearing and appears to have their head thrust into the toilet bowl in order to enjoy the tranquillity. The intended passenger thus does not hear the horn blasting summons and thus the intrepid chariot driver must lean many times on the horn to achieve the intended effect. Sadly the Government has failed us in that satellites have not been diverted to monitor these miscreants and record their identities for public naming, shaming and ridicule.
Such a wealth of material was defeated by the requirement to discuss things that Mycroft hears and Mycroft knows. The impending television event 'The Slap' seemed a good place to start on the list of things that Mycroft knows this week. For those of you who have not caught up, it seems that this is a mini series filmed in real time about the events taking place at the Quintessential Aussie Barbecue. As best I can gather, someone is having a birthday and threatens to slap himself unconscious because of the appalling boredom generated by his friends. An episode is devoted to each of the 75 major characters as the fascinated viewer looks on. I have seen this series trumpeted as 'sure to be controversial' though I suspect 'sure to have a narrative proceeding at sub-glacial pace' is going to be nearer the mark.
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