OddThinking

Now, girls and boys, if you are all sitting comfortably, I will tell you a story from a long, long time ago. This was an age before mobile phones! This was an age before message waiting lights. This was an age before the PABX knew your name! This is a story about an old corporate phone system I used to use.

Late one night, I pondered my life, logically.

I didn’t much like what I proved.

A story about a time I was evaluated like a piece of meat.

A mystery story about a hat, a scarf, Canberra and a party.

The radio-play script called for the sound of a glass smashing. There was only one thing for it.

Another story about insulting co-workers.

This story contains swear words. If you find common swear words offensive, I recommend that you do read this article. You clearly need toughening up.

“Buttered-side up!” my father exclaimed with joy, “It landed buttered-side up! What are the chances of that? It never lands buttered-side up!”

For the good of others, and for my own personal safety, I am thinking of becoming a mime.

Short excerpt from a conversation with a pregnant friend.

(Hey, other bloggers can put conversation excerpts in their blogs, so why can’t I?)

I am scared of people who wear clown noses.

Please understand why I would rather just give a donation than buy a nose on Red Nose Day. It is in support of a worthy charity, but leaves me shuddering slightly all day.