Today's List

 Today's List:

1. What I Am Curious About:  From what planet does the deputy mayor of Auburn hail if he thinks the local constituents are going to be happy about having their streets closed off (minus allowances for two-way traffic - NOT COMPLIED WITH!!!) for his wedding?  Unlike many, I don't care how much of his own money he spent on it.  It's his business entirely, how he disburses his own finances.  But if my local deputy mayor told me I ran the risk of having my own vehicle towed for parking legally in front of my house whilst he paraded up and down the street in the most opulent and vulgar display of crassness in history (seriously, it all made the Kardashians looks tasteful), I'd be all, 'Fuck you, man!'  For some reason, this makes me think of a local business owner in my home town who hated people parking in front of his premises in the main street.  A school mate's older sister parked there, and was approached by his flunky who requested she move her vehicle elsewhere.  Her response was an understandable 'Fuck you, mate', after which she went about her business.   Her car remained parked where it was.  But yeah, blocking off the street and holding up kids soccer games to land helicopters on the field?  Even Bronnie Bishop's probably shaking her bouffant at that one!  I'm pretty sure Mr Bingells and I inconvenienced nobody on our wedding day.  Well, maybe a few golfers because we arranged for a marquee at a local golf course.  Didn't have a cavalcade of expensive vehicles, just got some of our rellies to vacuum out their Holden Commodores and drive the wedding party.  Seriously, who even looks at cars?  Well, I'll admit Mr Bingells did at the wedding of a friend years ago who'd hired a Bentley, but Mr Bingells is a car nut.  I guess I'm trying to say I cannot stand vulgarity at a wedding - or anywhere, for that matter.  But yet I am conflicted, because I will always defend a couples' right to celebrate THEIR day how they  damn well please. 

2.  Other Thing I Am Curious About: Am I old school, because I shook my head when reading about a woman who 'free-bled' whilst running some marathon?  The athlete commenced her period the night before, and apparently wanted to make a statement.  What statement would that be: 'I can't find my tampons anywhere'?  Don't get me wrong, I am normally a howl at the moon during your cycle type.  Indeed, one of my pet peeves is pissy ads that show a sanitary product's efficacy by delicately dripping blue liquid onto said product.  Memo to advertising executives: menstrual blood is NOT blue!  Grrrrrrrrr!  But back to this runner, part of me was just thinking, 'Get a pad/tampon/cup, you dirty slut.'  Maybe this was her  idea of a sledge, a la Nick Kyrgios, in that she was going to put the other runners off?  She runs the risk of annoying other athletes so much, there will be a rigged bucket of pig blood waiting to soak her next time she crosses the finishing line.

3.  Who I Have Been Perving On: The guitarist in live film clips of Grand Funk Railroad from 1974, singing their rendition of 'Locomotion'.  This was of course a cover of the Little Eva hit, and memo to Kylie Minogue: this is how it should have been done.  Um, yeah, I've been having a bit of a perve on this guy - he's sans shirt, and when he sings the line about 'you gotta swing your hips', and he swings his hips, and my ovaries just go into overdrive, and I turn into a seething, molten  mass of horny oestrogen.  This is something of an achievement today - I've got a shitty head cold and at the time of typing (11.17am AEST), am still in my pyjamas and contemplating crawling back to bed.  I think this hot muso's name is Mark Farner, anyway.