I don’t care what it looks like, it’s still handy
Folks, like a lot of smart, well-educated, confident and cool looking fellas, I cart my stuff around in a shoulder bag.
My wife calls it a handbag, but like Doctor’s appointments, requests to fix the bathroom door and discussions about our relationship, I simply ignore her. Continue reading
She did it!
Folks, this weekend the von Brays will be moseying around a genuine country show.
It’s a family tradition, along with ‘The Patting of the Bull’ and the ‘Let’s wipe the manure off our shoes onto Dad’s car mats’ rituals.
Folks, recently I stumbled across a pair of old friends and even better, I didn’t owe them any money!
The fact they were magazines probably had something to do with it. Continue reading
Folks, if I were to ask if you are basically an honest person, you’d probably tell me that you are.
You big fake, phony fibber!
How I must have looked for two days afterwards…
Folks, last weekend I spend an uncomfortable evening watching an alleged comedy which was based on a dope smoking geriatric trying to hit on young women.
I thought we’d done this sort of thing to death with the Carry On films of the 70’s? Continue reading
Folks I don’t think there’s anyone happier on the planet than a small child holding a balloon.
Unless it’s another small child holding a balloon and an ice-cream. Continue reading
And a biscuit! Several biscuits!!!
Folks, we Australians are a fairly easy-going bunch, we are not fans of revolutions, coups or uprisings.
But if the ships carrying coffee fail to arrive at our docks, within 24 hours our cities will burn to the ground as angry mobs roam the streets looking for a caffeine fix. Continue reading