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You Win Mate

Right, so me old China plate Trevor McDonga 9a nickmane he picked up in pub urinal’s all over the southeasten suburbs if You catch my drift)* has been getting into me to fire up this here old Blog again. and theres’ only so much a nagging Man can take before either letting the fist’s go or just meekly giving in.

Well the Big fella is pretty handy with the mitt’s to, so I’ve wisley chosen the later!

Plenty has changed in my lenghty spell away from theb loggosshpere, especially on the home front where Slim, is for better or Worse a fully fleged Horses Hoof. “Out and proud” he says but insists that I say Gay not Poofter if I have to say anything at all, if you do’nt mind Umpire.

wELL. He’s my son and I love the devil (not in that way!) but says I as long as your living under My roof I’ll call you what ever I want, even late for diner. As I alway’s said, If it walk’s like a Duck it’s probably coped one up the Arse” if you’ll pardon my Francewar.

Its’ taken some getting use to, but blood is blood and all that. As long as he respect’s my wish that he does do any Funny business in my hose, hell alway’s have a home here. Beside’s the bloke his “seeing” is’nt so bad as far as shirtlifter’s go, he even like’s fotty.

The other devlepoment has been I ve given up the Drink – to a great degree, although not with out some lapses. But thats how this thing’s go. Its inabled me to keep up the Job hunt with a but more diligence if not success bit even the Optimist I ca’nt help feeling some thing lies around the corner.

Any way i’M going to have to ease my way back into this here caper but there you go, Trev you persistent Bastard. Fist one down and more to come.

* His got a really big Penus

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A mixed Bag

When I first founded this Blog its raisin d’entree was to ad my voice to the Political discus in Australia, partly becuase I believe is dominated on all Front’s by the Left and there propagandering minions. Now it has come to pass that, looking over my effort’s off the passed few month’s that the balance of my out put have been overwellmingly personal.

I’m not sure how I feel about this but it has happened though a range of Issue’s & Circumstance and there’s little I can doo about it now aside from hope you reader’s, who I expect come here to chew my fat a little from time to time to time bit do’nt mind and are entertained or find something to empathise with when you do .

ANyway like my old man use to say “this World of our’s is spinnin to fast” And to extend that analgy, I have to admit I’m in a bit of a spin myself.

Most of you know how things stand with Slim, and to put it diplomamaticly all is not quite on the Western Frot. the way Slim is going hes not the kind of matter to be raising with decent  fork who want to be coming on a Blog and having a shinwag without yodelling there breakfast’s out of disgust – if you see what I’m getting at.

So, fice to say iv’e got a wrong un on my hands. But infact another ton of Trey Bit has hit the fan of late.

I’m not a Man whose scarred of a fight with Reality but I must admit iv been hitting the Devils’ Mouthwash a bit lately. The Bull’s aren’t ones to run from a fight and ‘Im the kind that step up and stick’s one on lifes jaw if I think liberty’s are been taken. But since this businesss with Slim I have’nt had the heart.

Sitting on the veranda at 3am with a bottle of bottle of Glen Simpson in your gut, Dingley Village can look a very depressing place.

And the Glen Simpson! – on my Oath, never buy scotch off the Intenet. I was just about ready to give up on grog after the second case, but the old Bull Machoismo kicked in.You Never writo off a bull but

In anycase Ive decided to clean up a bit after a nasty bit of business with Button’s.

The poor tyke ate a  plastic bag and had some trouble this morning doing what comes Natural if you get my drift. Lucky – or not so lucky may be- I could see the buggar in there. I was  a bit worse for where but I worked a finger’s in and managed to hook one of the handles.

I do;nt know if it was the Stench or maybe a few day’s on the Glen Simpson had drained me but I could’nt get the thing out. Worst, Button’s was looking over his shoulder at me, and when I saw the pain in those big eyes – he seemed to be saying “Raymond stop puling that bag out of my arsehoe.

But I think being a Man is about making those Hard decision’s some times.

I knocked back a douible Glen Simpson and shouted Eureaka!

Get well soon little Mate -I know how your feeling, believe it or note.

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Tear’s off a Man

After having previously thrown my full sppurt behind Dr Brendan Nelson, and seeing the raw emotion he excluded after being bumped form the Liberal’s head job by Malcolm Turnbull, I’d be lying if I said a big old knot didn’t from deep in this sentimental old buggers’ throat.

Dr Nielson conduced himself with dignity, determination and integrity over the course of his 10 moths as Opposition ladder, often under the unimagineable strain of internal Party destablization and the most outrageous insluts being hurled at him from Journalist’s and bloger’s who have nothing better to do that kick a Man while his down.

Go well Dr Nelson.  And may that arsejawed Roger Ramjet look alike who has taken you’re place never forget the hard work that laid the path for his canter to the next election.

PS: Of course I am not abandonning the Liberals as my Pasty of choice, but one has to wonder the Wisdom of putting a leftist maskerading as a Conservative in the top Job surely. Thing’s did’nt go so well during the Other Malcolm year’s now did it? Thanks god Fraser had a damn good Treasurer.

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The Prodigle Son

My little coroner of the Blogsphere has been pretty quite of late, and it is again time to dust of the cob webs. It seem’s my reticence to post the story of Slims departure from the Bull Ring (AKa our once happy abode) has delivered a mixed blessing of sort’s -Slim has since swallowed his pride (and hopefully nothing more as I shall shortly revel) and come home.

I dhouls point out in fairness to sLim that he asked me not to make this public, but I was forced to issue an ultimation of sort’s as he has thus far refused to talk about the circumstances of his return indeed even the self-imposed excile from our Home in the fist place. It has since elapsed and as mush as it pain’s me to do so, I am now prepared to speak in the hope that, all temporary pain it may cause the resluts of my outpouring might save his future and our friendship in the future.

So, a little background is in odour.

Some of you may recall that our relationship was on some what rocky ground since my son began his University carrer and, as all evidence suggested, took up a flirtation with the Leftist stain that seem’s to breed in those damned places of “education.

Argument’s became common place where once their we’re none, and he became more absent (both physically and mentally) and withdrawn in the time’s he was home always repairing to his room and playing music which, frankly. The like’s of which I have never heard nor wanted to !

Without wanting to cover anymore of the old ground, suffice to say thing’s were at a boiling point for some time before he announced he was planning to move into a share house with a new mate of his.

Now this mate who, we’ll call Terry (not his real Name) is, in my estimation, a bigger mincer than you’ll ever find in an industrial house of Sausage. I’ve repeatedly stated that, as a Tolerant Man I have no problem with those of the Homosexual persuasion, but I do’nt particularly have any desire to break Bread with them at my diner table if you catch my drift.

I’d encounted this character a couple of times before as he’d come to pick up Slim for concert’s and what not, never comeing in the front door but I could see his plucked eye brow’s(!)and smell his sickly sweet colon from the living room. Mind you I get sneezzy when a Woman wear’s too much bloody perfume, so this is no indicastion of a prejudice on my part I hasten to add. But for Christ’s sake, my pertunia’s were wilting in the front path!

In any case, Slim was naturally enough coy when I asked him who his flat mate was to be, but you ca’nt keep anything from your Father for to long. And did I hit the Roof when I found out it was Dean!

In the ensuing blue Slim made all manner of denial’s and accusations about my Character. He left in tears that day and I’d be lying if I said I did’nt have a lump in my throart after some of the thing’s we raked over. He came back while I was out one day to pick up his Thing’s and I didn’t see him for several week’s.

Low and behold he came back last week end once again in tears but this time alot more unwilling to spill his gut’s. Now I consider it a Fathers duty not to pass undue Judgment on a son particularly when he’s in the difficult process of becoming a Man, but all I demanded to know of him was if he left because he’ed been Interfered with by that lightfooted devil.

He told me to leave it, askd me nicely as a matter of fact, and although my heart was rent with tenderness for the poor boy my Temper (a bull legacy) got the batter of me.

“So help me God, I roared “If that son of a bitch so much as looked you up and down in the shower I’ll go over their and pull his Cock clean of!”

For gods’ sake I don’t even know where the devil  live’s, but Slim slammed his door and locked it saying “This is why you and I will never be friends, Dad, we’ll never understand eachother and I’m only hear until I find my feet.

I have scarcely seen hide nor hair of him since that argument -he has been in his room or studiously out of the house when I’m in or out.

He wo’nt hear of an appology and I am once again as a loss as to what so do. I ca’nt help but think Fatherhood wasn’t meant to be this hard and ca’nt begin to imagine were it has all gone wrong.

Slim, if your reading, you old Man is sorry and will do anything to have you back. Mate.

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Mile Stone

It might only be a humble, some what inconsequential Blog thats not updated nearly as often as it should be(!) but Bull Steam Ahead has now wracked-up 1,000 HIT’S AND CUNTING!

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Thank’s to all my reader’s (even those who are predominately critical) who have made this possible. It’s certainly provides much needed encouragement to carry on Bloging.

Regards Raymond.

PS I am still Toiling on my post which, mia Culpa, I promised on the weekend. I should briefly explain what its about in case I do’nt get to post it for a few day’s- Slim left home a couple of weeks’ ago and I’d by lying if I said the spilt was anything but acrimonious. I’m sure you can apreciate the delicacy with which I wish to employ in this post. Airing ones’ dirty Manchester is a tricky business and I want to be sure I’ve done the issue Justice (also for Slim, who, in spite of itall I still love dearly) before I go pubic.

Again, you’re patience is mist Appricieated.

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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!

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A Quick update

Well, doesn’t time get away from you sometimes? Now I realise I do’nt have to many readers at this point in Time, but the last thing I wanted to do was alienate them this early in the peace. I have been busy with various odds and sods lately, which I will endover to fill you in as soon as I can, but in the mean time I offer the following update;

  • Anzac Day, which is alway’s a sad time for Family Bull, was a sad time made more difficult by Slims’ refusual to take part in the dawn Service this year. Not making the time to Blog about this is regretfull as I feel I have born the pain with some degree of lonelines and have’nt gotten things of my chest. I will try writing something about this soon if if wouldnt be considered to self indulgent or late,

Button’s is fully recovered from his biting ordeal!

I am still looking for Employment. I have had several interviews over the passed moth and feel I’m getting into the swing of that sort of thing, which takes some getting used to especially for a modest Man such as myself.Blowing horns, as my ol’man used to say is for Trumpeters and ducky boys! Not of course, that there is anything wrong with been a Poof in this day in age mind you. I do’nt discriminate against anyone, whether their Black, or not.
(Well I do discriminate against the Left, but a more villinous lot you could’nt find under a rock in Satan’ s reptile enclosure, and I offer no apology for that and looking after the well being of my country and it’s Future.)

My relationship with Slim is on rockier ground than its ever been-he is threating to move out of home and I have tried to forbid it but, short of chaining the devil to hotwater system there is’nt much be done, He is old enough by Law to do whatever he see’s fit, and if he chose’s not to listen to his own Father and Reason I am powderless to stop him.

I still feel dispite what everyone seem sto be saying about him, that Brendan Nelson is continuing to do a fine job in tough circumstances as Opposite Leader.  He’s stance on the Baby bonus was particularly principaled and I am yet to get the feeling there is anyone else in the Party who would do a better job at present. I always considered Peter Costello a worthy successer to Mr Howard but he seem’s not to want the job, so what can you do? You can lead a house to water but you ca’nt make him drink, as the saying go’s.

Its always the way –here I am bellyaching that I don’t find time to update my Blog and I go and turn what is supposed to be a breif update into a bloody half a Novel! Well no matter, it just remind’s me that writing a few words doesn’t necessarilly take as much time (or  effort)as I convince myself it will. I suppose Bloging is a bit like walking the dog in Winter; you make all sort’s of excuses about other things you have to do just to avoid getting out in the cold but once you force yourself to get out their you remember how little hassle it is and how much you enjoy it.

I must remind myself to remind myself more often!

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