It's An Ill Wind...

... that blows nobody good.

Salma's back on the market. I know some people on both sides of the gender divide who'll be pleased to hear it.

In other news, today was supposed to be Proto-Hominid's last day, but true to established form, I received an SMS this morning telling me he needed to sleep for a few more hours & would be in later...

Oh no he won't ~ my reply ensured that. Ah well, it's an ill wind... it means I don't have to say goodbye or be tempted to get him some token parting gift... a smack in the head... a boot up the arse... a 'Man-Check'...

Red In Tooth & Claw

A peaceful day in solitary confinement at Debtor's Prison. The Proto-Hominid heeded my tersely worded SMS farewell/instruction to go forth & multiply ~ haven't heard from him or seen him... don't expect to again.

Oh dear. How sad.

Never mind.

Meanwhile... in Africa


Pick the winner

That beats my link to the cane toad eating a snake yesterday!!

Salvation's Rocky Road...

... has probably been closed off for the duration of World Youth Day, along with every other f@%king road I needed this evening to get from Newtown to Woolloomooloo.

45 minutes, 3 ouroboros-like loops around Surry Hills & some temper-induced V8 speeding up narrow back lanes. And we were nowhere near Randwick, where the feckless faithful were flocking.

And this is how the Catholic church hopes to spread the word of peace, love, tolerance etc...

What?! None of the 'Pilgrims' know how to use a f@%king footpath??!! As far as I'm concerned, the next one I see walking rapturously down one of my tax dollar-funded roads will find the fast-track to heaven begins with a single sudden impact.

Get religion off the streets & back in the church where it belongs.