A phonecall with the father of the Ginge, yesterday.
Me: So I got a missed call from you last night.
Pop Le Ginge: Yeah, I was phoning up because I saw that thing about your blog in the paper. And Telstra just connected me to the internet, so I thought I should take a look.
Me: Oh god, I wouldn't recommend it.
Pop Le Ginge: First I was going to call up to get the address. But then I found it. And there was that thing about Brendan Nelson and Tony Abbott pretending to be on the phone. And I thought 'what's all this?'
Me: Yeah, that's just a dumb thing that I do.
Pop Le Ginge: Well, that's why I called. Because, you know, I was sitting there looking at it. And I wasn't sure what it was going to be - an essay, or a story, or whatever. And there were these photos. And I just thought...is that it?
Me: .........
Pop Le Ginge: So I phoned you.
Me: You phoned me last night to say that you'd read my blog and was that it?
Pop Le Ginge: Kind of. I just didn't know if I was supposed to laugh.
Me: Well, hopefully. It's pretty lightweight.
Pop Le Ginge: That's what I thought. I read that Nelson thing and then another one and I figured, 'okay, I'll laugh'.
Me: ..............
Pop Le Ginge: So I did.
Me: Well...good.
Pop Le Ginge: I listened to you on the radio this morning, too.
Me: Oh yes?
Pop Le Ginge: I was clearing out crap from my living room and I thought: 'now, this is good music to clear out crap to'.
Me: It certainly is.
Pop Le Ginge: I could only manage half an hour.
Me: .......
Pop Le Ginge: So...there you go.
Me: I'm glad we had this chat.
Pop Le Ginge: Me too.
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Not because I 'got it' (I didn't), but because I didn't have to scroll past the same 2 photos 40 times.
I'm afraid that's always 'it', Andy. I don't pretend to promise otherwise.
@ Fits: Postmodern tale of revenge or buttering of in-law's ego? I can't decide.
@ JJJ music: Yeah, half an hour is about all I can stand before I scuttle back to PBS/RRR. But that's probably just as much me turning into a crotchety old spinster than the yoofs' dislike of good music.
“Of a certain age”. Such a durable qualifier, I find.
pop le ginge is dad of fits' beloved.
and ms fits, PLEASE DON'T DELETE YOUR BLOG OR MOVE BITS.
or if you do, can you PLEASE LET THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN READING YOU FOR MORE THAN 5 MINUTES KNOW WHERE IT'S GONE?
i'm happy to undergo some sort of test of integrity and faithfulness, to prove that i won't pass the secret location on to anyone.
PLEASE?????
i'll even do some bastardisation for you - no, not leaning over and baring my bum but something with a pocketknife, and a thumb and mixing of blood??
please don't abandon me. please.
mg xxxxxxxxx
Err, I think it was approval, right?
Or does he inherit ranga from the minge side of the family?
Does Minge le Ginge like your work, more importantly?
+1 on don't delete
love your work - clean and classic
-1 on a bit of a prune though...
you really want anon doodle-heads, like yours truly, knowing seriously personal stuff? If so why?
When I ran with dancers my father took and interest in my girls,alot of people did cum to drink about it
She just wouldn't do it to us. All you do is, if they get offended, bang out an apology the next day, then remove it once they've read it.
That's what I do.
* incredibly embarrassed*
i see cartoon question marks
*
I now have an image of le Ginge and his Pop looking like Ralph Malph and his dad.
I'll tell you why, you smarmy, emoticon-locing fuck. She is waiting, patiently waiting, for the day they play Will Oldham/Bonny Prince Billy, and she can drop the pretences. Should BPB come on, she will lose all inhibitions, sing like a siren, and become the mistress of God you all want her to be.
Can I request Nomadic Revelry?
p.s. loved Palace
I think the ............................ would pretty much sum up his reaction. My mum read it too. Her comment was along the lines of 'Oh I DO wish you could write without swearing. It makes you sound SO common.'
She's a lot like Mrs Bucket from Keeping Up Appearances in that sense.
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