I've been a bit lax on the old blogging lately, owing to a hectic work and home schedule. My 12yo played the Knave of Hearts in his school's production of 'Alice - The Musical'. The children were amazing. The sets and costumes were a triumph to the parents and teachers who put aside the time to bring the production together. And I will admit to a bit of pushy stage-mum syndrome here a la Mama Rose in 'Gypsy' ('Sing out, Louise!'), but he was very good as he acted the sneaky little tart thief, surreptitiously nibbling away from the tray he held during the croquet match. And when it was time for him to stand trial for the theft of those tarts, my breath caught and my heart was in my throat as he was marched up the middle aisle of the hall by two kids in executioner garb. Staying in character, he whispered, 'Help me, help me...' to audience members as he made his solemn way past, but bestowed us with a 'Help me...hi, Dad!' to Mr Bingells, who was seated at the end of the aisle. On the second night, I brought him to the school and hung around to be a parent helper. Being a pushy stage mum, I decided he needed extra eyeliner for the second half. He wouldn't hold still as I tried to apply it. I warned him he would end up looking like Alice Cooper. He asked who was Alice Cooper. I have since shown him some clips of the Gruesome Glammer, and Master 12 thinks looking like Alice Cooper would be kind of cool. But thankfully he looked more Russell Brand than Alice Cooper, and like Russell, kind of rocks the guy-liner look. After the final bows, the kids did a dance to 'Can't Stop The Feeling', and I am going to put this song on my iPod. Yes, Justin Timberlake is going to be gracing my iPod alongside AC/DC and Rainbow.
Maybe there's more to this than what the media is feeding us, but I am really - if not actually hating on - seriously DISLIKING on Joe Hockey at the moment. This is a dude who bleated and blathered to us that the age of entitlement was OVER, and we are all to tighten out belts. Hey, Hockey-sticks, if the age of entitlement is over, then pay for your OWN fucking babysitters instead of making a claim for fees. I'm feeling just a touch jaded at your lecturing because if I tighten my belt any more, I'm going to look like a figure eight, and I don't see you tightening YOUR belt - possibly because you need a boomerang to get the damned thing around your waist.
I'm just disliking on the government in general over proposed legislation for asylum seekers arriving by boat to be banned from receiving Australian visas. Dutton, you are an utter prick and a disgrace. Seeking asylum is NOT illegal, regardless of how you arrive. Aren't we signatories to the convention set by the United Nations? Most illegals are people who arrive by aeroplane and overstay their visas, so pick on them, you dumb mutt. This government makes me want to just vomit. Cruel and demoralising, and with the compassion of a sociopathic snake - all of you!
The other person upon whom I am directing some serious shade is the clown in the white car (didn't get the make - he was going too fast) who fairly flew through the roundabout near my local Coles this morning, the busted muffler sending out ear-shattering flatulent bursts in his wake. Seriously, mate, what was the problem? Were you experiencing the warning tummy rumble that heralds a bout of explosive diarrhoea? Why else would you need to race through a roundabout doing at least 50kph? You are a tool and a fool of the highest order.
Well, that's me for now. I'm off to put Justin Timberlake on my iPod. Seriously never thought I'd write that.
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