Conversations with my mother: part four

ROFLMAO! You’re a card, i hope you live through the night.

so did she make you the sandwich?

@Jessica – of course not!

Just spent half an hour on here (not sure how I got here) – enjoyed your work. Thank you.

“Neekersneakers – Because Nike was already taken.”

“Neekersneakers – Because a description of ‘Aussie Home Loans’ would be misleading in the extreme.”

“Neekersneakers – Proudly something or other since thingy or whatever, and shit.”

“Neekersneakers – Two Ns and the truth”.

All the above being yours to keep for a limited time only.

Excellent writing, by the way. Who says Australia is a barely literate hellscape populated by retarded donkeys and escaped Irish who didn’t have the good sense to commit suicide when they had the chance? Not me. At least, not anymore! Much.

@Paul – hehe I like “Two Ns and the truth.” Thanks for the feedback! Glad I can aid in the crusade to save Australia from a bad Amazon review rep. Aren’t you an aussie too though…?

Nice one! Feel free to post one about me… do i have to say something controversial, or just put up of the incriminating photos i (don’t) have of you..?

Oh fuck, how did i manage that… i meant to post on the Eduardo one.

@Annik

I’m as Australian as barely disguised intolerance masquerading as stoic conservatism.
Which is to say – very.

Have you thought about a career in politics? I can’t help but feel that your candor – combined with what is almost a rapier wit – could be a drawback, but at the same time there is the studied detachment and humour-defense, coupled with the musician factor.

Frankly, you should write a book first, though – then you can be introduced at rallies as “Author and Colourful Identity”.

@Paul – I could never work in politics because I very consciously avoid any sort of media/people/conversation/information that would tell me anything about our nation’s current (or past, or future) government.

As far as writing a book goes, it’s definitely on the cards… I’m just not sure I would be able to concentrate on one task for long enough to finish the damn thing. Maybe when I grow up, I’ll do it

Being of the obvious literary ilk that you are,
writing crazy with a ‘k’ somewhat disturbed me.
I got halfway through your Christmas diatribe
and found myself reading a more talented, and
to the point, George Tsiolkas.
Subject matter? Your family obviously. Expound,
embellish, recall, but for Australias’s literary sake, write
a novel. Your shattered glass words deserve to be
walked upon