The Pontiac G8

Firstly...

Pick the Pontiac G8 from these two 'Sports Trucks'

The top pic is the Australian designed and built Pontiac G8.
The bottom one is the local Australian car that the G8 is
based on.


General Motors Inc. has announced the plan to phase out
the Pontiac brand. That means the end of the road for the
popular high performance Pontiac G8 range.

That decision puts pressure on Aussie jobs, although General
Motor's Holden (Aus) have stated that it will not cause job
losses in Aus, one still needs to be very concerned.

At least the Aussie icon lives on in other export markets
around the world... but for how long I wonder?

Beggars want butter...

On a recent interstate trip I had need to do a little food shopping
in a local shopping centre. The centre had a supermarket surrounded
by smaller shops, of which one was a bakery.

After finishing in the supermarket I decided to go across
the car park to the bakery and I was barely out of the door
when I was approached by a guy;

Beggar: Excuse me mate... I'm not after money...
Me: (Well at that stage I didn't say anything to this rather tall,
toothless and shabbily dressed beggar).
Beggar: ...nah I just wonder if you would buy me some bread please.
Me: (after glancing back over my shoulder at the vast variety of
bread... white, heavily fruited and grained varieties and many
variations of the theme.) Okay, why not?... Come in with me and tell
which one you want.

As we walked in I could see that the young shop assistant had heard
the exchange and was looking at the beggar, waiting for him to
indicate which of the wide selection of nutritious blocks of
sustenance that he would choose...

Beggar: (Pointing at the glass fronted display case) Hot Cross Bun please.
Me: Oh... a Hot Cross Bun? Is one enough, what about two? (and I
turned to the assistant...) Two Hot Cross Buns, please.
Beggar: I love Hot Cross Buns... don't s'pose you got any butter?
Do you have any butter here? I love butter on me Hot Cross Buns.

I looked at the assistant and she shook her head and saying that they
didn't have butter and proceeded to place two buns in a paper bag.
As she placed them on the counter I offered her the money but she
said not to worry about it, they're on the house.

As I walked off towards my hotel I glanced back and saw that the
guy was already well into the first bun as he walked away.

I thought it was a very generous gesture of Bakers Delight, to give
this poor beggar a couple of rolls... not that two rolls will amount to
much, when it comes to their profit for the day. However I think that
their generosity will likely be tested when this beggar fronts up at the
shop every day wanting another handout... and in future I bet
he brings his own butter.

I must say though, I'm with the beggar when it comes to butter and buns.

MUTE MONDAY: CLEAN

Australia New Zealand Army Corp

ANZAC day Australia

"lest we forget"

On my way to the hotel after work...

New meets old through a 40,000 year old instrument.

From the office window...

Sometimes it can be hard to concentrate on work.

MUTE MONDAY: OUTRAGE (Ida Lupino)

Tough job... tougher surroundings...

This is where I'm working for the next few days...

MUTE MONDAY: MYTH

Do you mind if I take a look around...?

"Nice place you have here..."

Butt ugly if you ask me...

This guy has really let himself go to the dogs...

(Roll your mouse over the image and see what he really looks like.)

An Anniversary wish... I think.

A close friend of ours wanted to share this special day with us...

(and so I'll share hers with you)

Hello Butch and Bear,

Now don't read this if you are about to eat, you're thinking about eating or you have indeed already eaten. This is not a story to be trifled with believe me.

Last night when I started that email I wrote to you, right after I rang you in fact, I desperately felt the need to go to number 2's. I got to the loo, dropped my daks and a little flurry of small pebbly poos came out. Nice....but I knew that wasn't the end of it. I knew that was a prelude to a monster and I was right. I got down and pushed with all my might but this bugger was stuck in there fast. I knew it was going to be a long haul.

I called for my laptop and continued writing my email to you. You may have noticed some glaring typos. I was sweating profusely and at times had both hands pushing the walls to get traction. Nothing doing..... it wasn't going anywhere.

Every time I stood up of course, the need still felt urgent as the monster was now lying dormant along the length of my back passage and was refusing to leave. This scenario was to repeat itself many times until I finally gave up about 12.30 and the monster and I became uneasy bedfellows.

Several more trips to the room of torture as the toilet had now become known in my mind and still that toxic bastard was digging in for the long haul.

Then the break through.......

I won't describe the particulars of my butt cheek manoeuvres but finally I could feel the monster peeking out. I gave one almighty push against the walls....my legs were shaking wildly as if I were deep within a climax which I can assure you I was not.......my chocolate starfish was squealing with the strain and then KER SPLASH.....followed seconds later by a GOODOOSH. Let me say here and now I am so pleased that sucker split in half of its own accord because I didn’t think it would get around the S-bend.

The relief was palpable......I felt 10 kilos lighter.....

I flushed that evil being immediately after the wipe and the toilet just filled with water. Of course both halves were seating neatly beside each other and were completely blocking the entrance to freedom. What's with this monster anyway and it's need to find itself imprisoned? I'm afraid I had to beat it to death with the toilet brush until the water finally subsided and I was able to safely leave knowing it couldn't come back to haunt me.

THE END… thank heaven.

Oh by the way... Happy Anniversary to you both.

There are some people you just can't help but love.

On our first...

Butch

Prelude to a ...

we stand as one, together
soft placement of your hand
our hearts are bound forever
in loving awe we stand

our bodies barely touch
upon each, a look confers
in love and passion such
we bear no use for words

your eyes now hold my gaze
your heart embraces mine
as worlds melt into haze
our lives do intertwine

I hold you close to me
I float upon your scent
my view is just of thee
as woes from me are rent

our pounding hearts atone
my skin with moisture glow
you lose a whispered moan
my needs for you doth grow

our arms do now embrace
with heads at slow incline
a warmth upon you face
your lips move close to mine

your face in love's demure
in passion and refrain
your lips so soft and pure
our needs an urgent strain

our lips now gently touch
our tongues do find their goal
our love for each, so much
together we are whole

our journey leads to this
to describe, it does elude
not just the beautiful kiss
but too, the tender prelude

Happy First My Darling