crazy 90's fashion

So these 'crazy' dance pioneers from the 90's are getting together to throw some kinda homage to my adolescence ..... It involves a bunch of somewhat, probably old, dance music pioneer types, the KLF and CC music factory....yes they certainly were 'all that' back in the heady and awkward days of Year 7. When apart from having to avoid eye contact with rat tailed 15 yr olds who thought they were Vanilla Ice or some other flavour of corrupt ice cream, we danced like there was no tomorrow.

90's disco. A ferocious pantomime of male female wiles, music, smoking behind dumpsters and celebration of movement, a place where men were made men and women looked on mostly amused at the pants we wore.

Ahh yes memories...

The merits of Berocca.

1. Contains a multitude of Vitamin B's - which are what our brains like for food hmmm yummy!
2. Produces fluorescent Urine. Hold on now. Many would no doubt be thinking 'hey, that there is sure negative'.
But - just imagine you were lost in the Arctic like that Argentinian Football team who ended up eating each other... If they had Berocca it would be a great way to write snow signals and maybe they could have avoided sizing one another up for lunch...

So anyway why was I thinking about Berocca - well its all because of an interesting chat I had with this semi-nut case about 2 weeks ago. I was doing some laboring with this fella and during a lunch break he bestowed this knowledge upon me. lnterlaced between lurid tales of sex in the back of his car, the incredible secrets, power and potency of Vitamin B were delicately revealed. Oh and it comes in Orange now too..

Food Courts

...ahh yes food courts, the watering holes of this our urban plain. Where each midday - neon lights and grilled cheese draw flocks of 'worker types' from nearby 'buildings' in the hundreds in order to quench thirst and take upon a meager and often 'toasted' sustenance. All the while, they bask and feed under bright lights and are being sized up other bigger, unshaven, and often heavier species.

whilst all this is going on - Closed circuit television cameras monitor this dynamic scene, zooming in on the sometimes obscene displays of greed and deprivation, and more interestingly at the mating rituals displayed by those in heat. These are mostly males aged 35yrs+ typically easy to spot with thier puffed out chests, and poorly judged neck tie patterns, they scratch their crotches aiming to impress the female groups who huddle close together on the fringes of the court - coyly pretending not to notice the overt sexual advances of the larger, older males - to occasionally and intrepidly look up and catch the gaze of a younger, better tied buck, mostly however secreting with one another...And tittering about the aesthetics of rival females foot wear.

So life goes on the plains, and today is a good day.. For no-one falls foul to one of the ever vigilant hunters, or food poisoning....And the cameras keep on-a-whirring for a funniest home video is only a slip with a tray away.

be careful its wild worls out there

First thought

Why do birds continually have to shit on my nice clean car...?
They say its good luck to be shat on...For people right..Well my car is kind of an extension of me, so can I take the luck ...Then you have to wonder is it really good luck? Or am I simply some unfortunate, who always manages to find the spot under a particularly bountiful or sturdy tree...In a street where parking is like trying to find a seat in a food court each lunch day...

Either way it beginning to piss me off...