Tis The Season To Be Erm...

Well now, how is Xmas shaping up? Just out of hospital, it's looking pretty good to me. Flowers, chocs, books, mags & a great excuse not to engage in any of the folderol. Coles online has closed orders till next week, so, hey, don't have the stuff to make a pudding even if i could with the current strength of a sickly kitten & deeply suss bladder control. Oops, sorry about those Manolos dahlink - maybe if you don't come so close while i'm lifting food. So absolutely no prospect of Santa making my house a base of jollity & merrymaking. Suits me. Lucky friends are escaping to the Cook Islands. If i didn't already have a good enough excuse for non-participation, that would be a grand idea.

Meanwhile in the real world... ah who gives a tinker's cuss. Pass me another mango juice.

Wake Up Ollie - The Dream's Over

Much handwringing by the leftoids over the expulsion of Andrew Olexander from the Liberal Party, and characterisation of all of us as raving homophobes. Not helped, may I say, by Robert Clark worrying about what other people do with bits of their anatomy in the privacy of their own bedrooms. As in any party, you get the gay haters, the gay lovers & the overwhelming majority of Liberals who don't give a toss either way, taking the sensible view that if you fuck your boy/girlfriend (or both) sideways with a monster dong while whistling advance australia fair, or whatever you fancy, it's your business not theirs, unless you're doing it to children or animals, in which case we call the police.

It's totally uncool to flake out while drunk/fried, total a few cars, lie about where you live, sulk & not turn up for work for days when you lose preselection (due to selectors being able to spot a liabilty), and then whine about homophobia when your Parliamentary colleagues decide to dump you too. What's been done to Olly is called cutting out the dead wood, not homophobia.