Saturday, April 14, 2012

Mycroft and the normalcy patterns of the suburb

Hello readers, Mycroft is pleased to let you know the results of his observations over the week from ranging far and wide beyond his own street.  In no particular order, a few things have emerged this week.

Firstly, someone up the road is a fabulous gardener.  Think a controlled version of Day of the Triffids.  Their garden is completely covered in plants  - no need for bark mulch or wood chips or anything - every square centimetre is covered with a plant.  That makes up for some of the rubbish gardens.

Actually, they are literally rubbish gardens as they are filled in some cases with old phone books (how did they come to have so many?), furniture and alcohol containers.  The overflowing ash tray completes the ensemble at some places.  One imagines the troglodytic denizens out in the front garden puffing on a smoke, downing a beer and belting themselves over the head with phone books while standing on an imitation Chesterfield.  Truly there is no limit to human ingenuity.

There is also a rather odd 'Steptoe and Son' (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steptoe_and_Son) house not far away where the inhabitants keep a truck piled high with rubbish.  It changes over every now and again. Not long ago they had a house warming where partially well dressed bogans turned up and greeted each other with the universal greeting of 'arrrgh'.  That noise seems to be a multi purpose noise and the meaning remains unclear.  The truck piled high with rubbish is a departure from a common vehicle type, that being the mass produced coupe with a stupidly loud exhaust that actually slows the car down (due to weight and loss of efficiency).  Another popular type is the car or ute with an alarm that chirps when armed, so the whole street knows the owner has set the alarm on their car which is such rubbish even a caveman who was desperate to drive somewhere would not steal it.  When the poorly installed alarm flattens the battery the car sits in the street and honks itself into submission.  Pity the owners would not follow suit.

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