Thistle Do! April Wk 3, 2024
Dolly Diary! Kevin Bloody Wilson Syndrome. The Lore of the Burbs! I Like Cox! Happy Snaps!
Dolly Diary
This weekend Nell is gearing up, resting up (or down?) and knocking over the lengthy list of ‘must do’s’ before hitting the stage at next weekends Dolly n Kenny Show.
This includes a radio interview with Hammo on 4CC, some more promo stuff and general stage prep.
Oh yes, she’s also practicing the songs.
Somewhere to the south, in the damp locale of Lismore, her partner in crime, ‘Kenny’, aka: Josh Powell-Fussell will no doubt be yodelling his heart out too in readiness.
Tickets have been selling well so it should be a cracker of a night.
Let’s go Ubobo!
For those of you wanting to see a little more Nell and slightly less Dolly, then here’s a clip of her gig at Ubobo last weekend:
Kevin Bloody Wilson Syndrome
There’s a reason why I am not allowed near, or given responsibility for certain things in life, at work, around the home, or pretty much anywhere; I get bored easily and that’s when I decide it would be fun to watch the world burn…
Well, I call this Kevin Bloody Wilson Syndrome, the little larrikin from WA who was big in Oz in the 80’s for his over the top, ribald, ballads. Many of which I can’t list because even the titles of his songs are too risque for genteel readers like yourselves (yes, even you Rob… no, the other Rob).
Anyway, it’s a term I came up with after reading a yarn in Kev’s biography.
You see, Kev’s dad had fobbed off painting the iron roof of the family home to Kev and his brother. Grumbling, the lads clambered up the ladder with their pots of paint and brushes then set to work.
Satisfied, the old man was doing some work in the garden when he noticed a plane was buzzing about over the house.
The small aircraft was definitely circling the family estate so, intrigued, he climbed the ladder to see what the boys were up to and discovered Kev had painted the word ‘HELP!’ in huge, red letters across the roof.
That folks, is Kevin Bloody Wilson Syndrome, i.e.: something I think is uproariously funny, but usually ends in emergency services personnel delivering stern lectures at me.
I’ve got it under control, mostly, but every now and then…
So, KBW Syndrome kicked in last week, when a friend asked me what messages I could write for his home made fortune cookies. The ideas below flashed through my mind while the little devil on my left shoulder cackled and danced from foot to foot.
With clenched jaws, I walked straight out of his kitchen to the laundry tub and washed my face with cold water til the urge passed.
Which it did… eventually, but here are the ideas which immediately sprang to mind and never made it to the little bits of paper waiting forlornly in his kitchen for my input.
Because I think it would be uproariously funny to put the following into Fortune Cookies:
Free! Free from that bloody cookie! Ha! HA!
For the Love of God! RUN!
Two free fingernails in every cookie?
Warning: if you are taking advice from a fortune cookie then you need to urgently GET A LIFE!
You have five minutes to live, eat the cookie then gulp down everyone’s booze before you die!
Why? Why did you expose me to the light? I was so happy inside my cookie…
Keep reading. Something wise, witty and meaningful is about to be revealed! Sorry, it’s in the next cookie…
This cookie was made before we could put the bit of paper in.
Nothing. I’ve got nothing. Honestly, I tried so hard. It’s all so depressing. Stop reading me… I’m so ashamed!
You think you could do better? Ha! I’d like to see you try pal! (But if you do, I’ll show you what happens to smart arses who upstage me. Hint, you want to be in the cookie business? Well, me and my trusty tree shredder can make that happen!)
The Lore of the Burbs
I Like Cox
Last weekend, after all the running round, Nell and I pottered into town on Sunday evening to catch the Brad Cox show.
Billed as an evening of Yodelling and Yarns we were intrigued. There wasn’t much yodelling… some good yarns though, and a lot of people in the foyer wearing ‘I Love Cox’ hats, shirts, stubby coolers and tea towels.
AND! After singing a song about his old dog Beau… who got put down (just like ol’ Shep) and in the silence that followed while we chocked back the tears, Brad gave a little whistle and magic happened:
He was joined on stage by his new dog, Willy. Apparently the name was chosen in order to stay in tune with the ‘Cox Agenda’.
Happy Snaps
This week, thanks to the slightly humid conditions, we saw some interesting condensation clouds over our gas and alumina plants:
Meanwhile, work goes on at the top of Auckland Hill… so far behind schedule we don’t care anymore. But geez I miss cruising round the ol’ lookout:
Finally, this made me giggle.
Also, just out of interest, does anyone know where I can get a falconry glove? Asking for a friend…
Ok, thanks for dropping by!
Let’s do it all again next week
Cheers,
Greg