Pieces that will no doubt amuse and delight you.
Number one:Here is a conversation I had with an old woman in Airey's Inlet .
Her (spotting my beloved hound): What a beautiful dog!
Me: Yeah, she's great isn't she?
Her: Does she like being talked to?
Me: She loves it.
Her (crouching down next to pooch): Hello there you! Hello! (looking up at me) What's her name?
Me: Bob Ellis.
Her: Pardon?
Me (louder in case she's got old person's hearing): Bob. Ellis.
Her (screwing up face in disgust): Do you love your dog?
Me (looking at her oddly): Yes.
Her (standing, brushing dirt off knees in indignation): What sort of moniker is that to give the poor little thing...honestly...Bob Ellis indeed... (storms off, furious and muttering, frothing significantly at mouth and plotting destruction of all things good and kind).
Usually people are surprised or mildly delighted when I tell them my dog's name is Bob Ellis . Although one time I told my friend Ben that I'd named my dog Bob Ellis and the first thing he said was: 'Why? Is your dog a cunt?'
She polarises opinions, and I admire that in her. Way to go, canine bundle of goodness!
Everyone remember what she looks like?:
Number Two:
I have been nominated in the 2005 Australian Blog Awards . I was trying to impress my dad last night by telling him and he said: 'What awards? Who's organising them?' And I said: 'Well, you know. Other bloggers and stuff.' And he lost interest and went back to his braised beef.
You need to register to vote so everything's above board. I am trying to figure out if I vote for myself will I get busted. It's one thing to pretend not to care about being nominated, it's another to get sprung rigging the system to get yourself a tiara. Wait, the winner does get a tiara right?
Number Three:
The lovely Clem Bastow is not only back and blogging, but she's also shared with the world her most recent article from Lucky Magazine . It's a good article in itself, but what really makes it slay is the accompanying picture of the author*:
The queue for excessive masturbation leading to chafing starts here.
1003 days til the next election.
*There is a topless photo in this series and I have totally seen it. You can be jealous and want to slap me beginning...now.
Comments
Bob Ellis (the dog) asleep at the computer with a beer in the back-ground I can understand but is that really his handwriting on the whiteboard?
AH HA HA HA! But more importantly Ms Fits, did you get my nudie postcard?!
Love the blog. Read it lots. yes, Frank is articulate. The reason for the comment is bob ellis... the canine bob ellis. I had a staffy called boris for years. he was the shiznit.
keep it up, dirty lady.
Frank
I think you'll find that the correct pronounciation for your holiday destination is "hairy singlet". please remedy etc.
huggikissipoohs xo
we still on for ... a whatever?
blogging from rmit, must be brief. and vague, sorry.
Gorgeous Puppy.
In a different way to, say, the HIZZOTNESS of Clem.
*Desci joins the queue with a shifty look in her eyes*
would it be totally dodgy to admit already being in the chafing queue before seeing the pic? it's just adding to my plight. me and Daryl Hannah and a world of procrastination over job applications..
Well, my theory is that your dog IS the real Bob Ellis.
It would explain a great deal in relation to the standard of his work.
BobEllis looks well fit, and Clem looks like she'd be fun to take for walkies.
Or did I get that mixed up?
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