Sunday, January 01, 2006
Every dog has its day - even its year. Let's hear it for Rin Tin Tin, Lassie, Old Yella, Devil, Bullet, Milou and Spot.
UPDATE - Community service announcement.
"In other news, (from Eponymous Lefty) I'm organising a grog-blogging for FRIDAY 6TH JANUARY at 7.30pm in the city. (Don't worry, people actually come to these.) But I am open for ideas as to a venue - unless we want to do the same venue as last time, at the old Queen Victoria site." DETAILS.
2006 is The Year of the Dog, as was the year we were thrust kicking and screaming upon an unsuspecting but largely indifferent world.
1922, 1934, 1946, 1958, 1970, 1982, 1994, 2006.
Fellow kickers and screamers of that year were British serial killer Harold Shipman, french wrestler André the Giant, English serial killer Peter Sutcliffe, American serial killer Ted Bundy, Freddy Mercury, Cher, Keith Moon and John Major's bit of red-hot totty on the side, Edwina Currie.
"People born in the Year of the Dog possess the best traits of human nature. They have a deep sense of loyalty, are honest, and inspire other people's confidence because they know how to keep secrets. But Dog People are somewhat selfish, terribly stubborn, and eccentric. They care little for wealth, yet somehow always seem to have money. They can be cold emotionally and sometimes distant at parties. They can find fault with many things and are noted for their sharp tongues. Dog people make good leaders. They are compatible with those born in the Years of the Horse, Tiger, and Rabbit.
Mmmmm. Yes, well that covers a multitude of sins of omission and commission, but how could the dog botherers have failed to note that we also like travelling. We also like meeting people, We wish for world peace and look forward to the day when the lion lies down with the lamb and the mint sauce. We want to see the end to poverty and our favourite colour is that which is to be found on the skin of an exquisitely cooked Peking Duck.
This fully house-trained canine will not be making any 2006 new year's resolutions. We will be resting on the laurels of last year's success when we took a deep breath (well, as deep as the tar filled lungs would allow) and undertook that upon our next birthday we would give up the Benson and Hedges Extra Mild. Lucky we did because lately we've noticed adverts that tell us , that contrary to conventional wisdom (© British-American Tobacco Company Limited) smoking even those wonderfully fine, mild, smooth, light and ethereal cigarettes can eventually do youse in. Who'd've thunk?!
All we want this year is another Melbourne Gup featuring Makybe Diva, a Collingwood premiership hot on the heels of the shock resignation of club president Eddie and finding the restaurant that serves up the perfick duck dish.
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