Back on Track

Well well, well if it is’nt your old mate Flamin Raymond come crawling back onto the blogsphere after yet another long, unexplained abscess!

At the risk of gaining a reputation for making excuse’s all the time, I do have several personnel reasons for not having found the time to write for so long. I will detail them (well, there is really just one reason) in a much longer post this week end -I have been working on a draft for about a week now and wan’t to make sure its all as reasonable and lucid as possible before I post it because, it relate’s a rather touchy issure.

But anyway, while I’m here I wanted to tell a quick story about an incident I just had on the Train on the way back from the City after yet aNOTHER infernal job interview!!

It seem’s Melbourne is swarming with World Youth Day Pilgrimes for some unfathomable reason. Now I ask you, how do these muppet’s expect to find God it they can’t even find Sydney?But anyway, their all over the city in strangle-looking white Cowboy hats emblazonned with the World Youth Day logo, getting in the way and creating a general nuisance of theirself in the way only Tourist’s seem to be able to manage.

frankly I was glad to get on the train at Flinders street and head back home. But what do I find on the carriage? Another bunch of the beggers!

One of them, a tall pale fellow who I must say looked silly as a wheel, smiled at me as I stepped on but I wasn’t in the mood. Then, at the next station a Black girl hopped in to the carriage and, this scoundral grins and says to her “Good and dark!”

Well, did I see Red.! There’s no excuse for Racism in my book or any right-thinking conservatves, so I got up and approached the devil, who immediately began to look panicked.

“Now see here, you long streak of pelican shit, I said, You take that back and apologize to the Lady.” And I made to grab him by the collar, he started shrieking “Nine, nine!” which I took to be some strange Catholic venacula I’m not aquainted with (me being brought up a Protestent).

He tried to get out of his seat, so I took him roughly, by the arm and marched him to the door.

And I’ll be buggered if the devil didn’t begin babbling in tongues like some Biblical creature visited by the Holy Ghost!

The train was off again, and as I held the spluttering young fool one of his companions approached me and said “no You don’t understand, he is German.” To which I replied “I understand just fine, sonny and now I understand why he’s a Racist mongrel too.’

I threw him off the train at the next station and called hima “Nazi bastard” for his trouble’s.

Meanwhile, the Black girl had disappeared in the commotion,. Now I don’t want a bloody medal every time I look after someone, but a bit of gratitude would’nt go a stray surely!

All in all another mad day in the City. Thank Christ I live in Dingley!