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Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.


We need to talk. Errol Flynn Reserve, Sandy Bay. November 2011.

Theme Thursday again and today we are casting our net to try and find an appropriate EVENT.

I considered penning an ode to the fellow who appears to have launched his own Occupy Mayfair Plaza Car Park Toilet protest (fair dinkum, he’s been in there for 45 minutes already), but I’m not sure that it really qualifies as an EVENT until the riot police move in with vicious dogs and capsicum spray).

In the past week or so we’ve had World AIDS Day, World Day of Persons with Disabilities and International Volunteers Day; and immediately looming are Human Rights Day and International Migrants Day. However, as we’re amongst friends we can be frank and admit that these thing lack the pizzazz, zing, zest and a host of other zed words that truly constitutes an EVENT.

The upcoming Day of the Virgin of Guadalupe has EVENT potential, but unless a rabid band of Guadalupens are planning to throw that virgin into a throbbingly angry volcano on live pay-per-view satellite telecast, the world just isn’t interested.

In a similar vein, today is Feast of the Immaculate Conception, which – you know – sounds great in theory, but has nothing to do with the ritual cannibalisation of holy babies that might actually make the six-o’clock news. December 17 offers Wright Brothers Day. I’ve yet to confirm it, but I strongly suspect that this will not involve the re-animated zombie corpses or Orville and Wilbur cage fighting in the University of Dayton Arena. If it doesn’t, consider it a scratching.

No, it seems that if we’re after an EVENT, we will have to dredge up that hoary old bloated concept Christmas. Do you know what I have to say to that?

Bah humbug!

Comments

EG CameraGirl said…
So have the riot police arrived at the Occupy Mayfair Plaza Car Park Toilet event? I would love to learn more. :))
Brian Miller said…
i am ready for the volcano...and cannibals...you are in rare form...i kinda fear for the man coming out of the toilet at this point...
Love the photo, not sure about the cannibals.
Kodjo Deynoo said…
:) Such a humorous story, nice
Mrsupole said…
I think the guy in a public bathroom for more than 45 minutes is a bigger event than Christmas. There are so many "Holidays" anymore that I think they have no meaning. And the ones that should have meaning, have lost their true meaning, so who knows what is what.

Very funny story, but the picture is hilarious in that you can see their legs are crossed in the opposite direction, so they must be on opposing sides.

Great take on this weeks TT. Love the potty story.

God bless.
great story telling.

love to explode once in a while.
Anonymous said…
You are in fine form, my friend. Bah humbug, indeed.

As an aside....

When I read NixBlog's comment, I thought it said "love the photo, not sure about the cannabis."

I was like, "whaa? When did we discuss cannabis?"

Whoops! lol.
Kris McCracken said…
EG Wow, he's gone now. Pepper sprayed and gone.

Brian, as long as he flushed!

NixBlog, I eat cannibals, it's incredible...

Kodjo, and all true!

Mrsupole, I think that this bloke lives in there. I was lurking behind these too looking for a shot. I call it guerilla photography.

Morning, I explode ALL the time.

Karen, when you're working in the drug and alcohol field (as I have for many years), you're always discussing cannabis.

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