Have you ever met any real pop stars? You know, the ones that you thought were the absolute bees-knees of pop perfection during your peak music consumption teeny-twenty-something years?
As a youth, pop music ranked alongside soccer as something you must be into. I never liked soccer that much though as I only ever seemed to reach the position of ’substitute’ on the infant school team. I never scored any goals and I was better at fouling other players by kicking them than actually kicking the ball. I never kicked any pop stars though.
No, I loved pop music, and even wanted to be a Pop Star, but never seemed to find the time to do anything about it, though I did write many songs and developed a musical style reminiscent of a monotone Pet Shop Boys, complete with 80’s st-st-st-st-stuttering ssss—ssss—samples. (n-n-n-nineteen anyone?).
I even hugged the Australian Prime Minister. Want to know more?
There are bananas in the back garden of our home. It’s true. Right there on the banana trees. There are lots of them.
When I was a kid, bananas came slightly blackened and over-ripe. We squished them up and put them in sandwiches. I liked banana sandwiches a lot. I ate a lot of them. My bones are probably built from one third banana sandwiches, one third milk, with the rest being made up of liver, onions and mashed potato.
Going bananas? Read some more…
Douglas Adams created a book called the Meaning of Liff. It’s a compilation of English Placenames used to describe things that currently have no actual word attached to them. It’s a funny book, and it’s also a game I like to play on long road trips through the Australian Outback, to keep us amused, chortling, laughing, sometimes guffawing, and occasionally snickering.
Want to learn the Meaning of Liff?
I get up really early. 4am. Its my favourite time of the day. Perverse I know. It’s quiet apart from the occasional family snores, grunts, sneezes and snorts. Its a good time to get things done, unless Internet Explorer has exploded your WordPress.
I was doing my early rounds, checking my emails and replying to a HeatMap theme user who was having a few problems (in the end completely unrelated to Heatmap theme) when, during the search for the non-existent bug, I found a different bug altogether…
Why did my site explode with explorer? Find out…
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Today it is chocolate Friday, but, on this carnivorous day I declare I want to eat an extraordinary meat pie.
This, I decided, should be a pie to be savoured. It must definitely be award winning, preferably with 5 stars from a local festival of pie eating.
I really don’t want to throw just any old pastry entombed cow bits down my neck. These must be quality cow bits, prime juicy cow bits, in the most golden of perfect pastry crustiness…at least that’s what I hoped for…
Want more from your meat pie? Read on hungry nose…
