This day has gone by in something of a malaise. I feel like I haven't achieved a thing. I had to take Master 11 to see his paediatrician in order that she could check his progress. She is Scottish, and he was very interested to know whether her boyfriend was one of The Proclaimers. Anyway, he's doing well and his anti-seizure medication dosage will remain as is for the time being. Tomorrow we have to drive to Newcastle because he is to have an EEG. He has had them before, and enjoyed them not in the slightest. Now that he is older, he might have more patience. I am sure he will employ his theatricality to the situation; when he is lying there with electrodes or whatever attached to his head, he will probably pretend to be Frankenstein's monster. I had wanted to drive to Newcastle in my new vehicle, you know, really take it for a good drive on the Expressway (so far I have been limited to speeds of 60kph around the local township. Unfortunately, the parking at the hospital is total pants. I don't care what they say; the bays are too narrow and the available spaces are too far and few between. So I will drive the Magna tomorrow, which is smaller in make than my new vehicle. Soon I will be getting rid of the Magna, so the trip to Newie tomorrow might be it's last great hurrah for me.
The other thing of note I have been doing is adding choons to my iPod. Yesterday I added 'Make Me Smile' by Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel. I loved that song when I was nine, and the forty-one years that have lapsed since then have not tempered my adoration. You know what else I just did? I checked out Nick Barker & The Reptiles' cover of that choon. It is a rarity in that it is a cover that doesn't actually suck the white flaky flecks from beneath Satan's toenails, as so many covers tend to do. I even watched the clip thinking Nick and his Reptiles were kind of cute. Undoubtedly I considered them thus back when they released their cover. I have a thing for rock-n-rollers with long hair and nice biceps. Of course that long hair must be kept well, which means no mullet from a receding hairline. Michael Bolton eventually got the memo. But yes, The Reptiles' cover is quite passable, but it doesn't have Cockney Rebel's 'bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup'. You know what I'm getting at: 'You've done it all/You've broken every code/And pulled the rebel/To the floor (bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup)'. I always believed for that song to ring true, it had to have those 'bups'. However, perhaps Barker thought they might sound like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee if he tried to replicate those iconic 'bups'. I guess releasing the choon without those 'bups' was the way of putting the band's own distinctive stamp on what really is an awesome song. I'm also wondering is it seemly for a woman of fifty who prides herself on her articulate nature and journalistic style to be using a word like 'choon'.
Now, on the off-chance Cardinal George Pell is reading this, I just want you to know that I think you are the most odious, oleaginous, arrogant, blind-eye-turning Holy Joe to ever take a vow. So incidents of the sexual abuse of children in the parishes 'wasn't of much interest' to you, was it? Fuck you and the no doubt equally odious, oleaginous, arrogant, blind-eye-turning horse you rode in on. I was going to have my eleven-year-old undergo his sacraments this year, and the thought is making me sick and angry. I know I cannot appropriate the attributes of the slimy senior member of the Church to everybody, but it's so difficult to associate my child with an institution that seemingly doesn't give a rat's arse about the children abused by the clergy to whom they were entrusted.
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