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No I don't want a job as chief sub-editor on a English tabloid but thanks for the thought. More news about the exorcism. We've stocked up on holy water, Buddhist prayer flags and american dollars. This is no time for being narrow and uni-denominational. Start monday. Our exorcism facilitator Big Ed "Xylophone" McNally is spending the weekend getting spiritually fit & we've moved the office temporarily. Found a space at Eastland just over from New Zealand Natural Icecream. If some of this sounds a bit wild, blame the boysenberry dream. We've left our Editor-at-Large, Mr Paul Yorick in charge of head office. He's got the keys and instructions not to over-feed the cat. Or the ferrets.

More lies from the internet cafe. There's man on a computer near me on the grown-up RSVP site, YES PLEASE I'D LIKE A ROOT and he's typing in his description. Ladies, here's a hint: the only person who looks like a "slightly older" George Clooney is George Clooney this time next next year.

Well look is that the time I have to go now. Need to get back and forge another Brett Whitely. These exorcisms don't come cheap.

Check our last-minute election coverage in our next blog IT'S (about) TIME, where we ask important stuff like why is Bob Hawke looking more and more like Max Gillies ?
Later

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