Lesbian Seagull

Mrs Stormy is sitting in front of the box, wrapping Xmas presents while watching Carols by Floodlight, anyway I cannot believe this but they had Englebert Humperdinck on. I didn't even know he was still alive.

Anyway so I went onto Wikipedia to find out about him. I don't know why. Among much useless info I discovered that in 1979 he recorded a tune called Lesbian Seagull.

If you go to this site you can not only get the lyrics but click on the Youtube link on the right and you can hear it. I made it to 1:34. Really once you've heard the chorus that'll do !

http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/beavisandbutt-headdoamerica/lesbianseagull.htm

here is what they say on Wookiepedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesbian_Seagull

I hate meeces to pieces

So, continuing the theme, last night I put out the two remaining traps and the baits, just to see...and two of the baits had been nibbled when I checked them this morning. Unless Zombie Mouse has risen from the grave (or, more accurately, the wheelie bin) it seems we have a colony of the fuckers. Hopefully they are all lying there clutching their stomachs moaning "what the fuck was that green shit, man" (hmm, may have done this myself in the past).

Back to work, boy, back to work...

Die Maus Est Tod

Postscript to last night's gripping tale -

Scoreboard this morning:

Chairman Stormy - 1
Mouse - 0.

For those interested in terminating the life of pesky rodents, the trap next to the fridge did the job, used a scraping of peanut butter this time instead of bread.

Now as I am at work and all, I will have to cut this short and actually do what they pay me for. But I didn't want to leave my loyal readership in suspense.

Ding Dong the Mouse is Dead

Just a quick one

just spent half an hour hijacking my wife's Facebook page to chat to an ex...from many years ago who is still one of my best friends and who came to our wedding, so don't worry I am not Tiger Woods. Was so good to talk to her. One of the best, smartest, funniest, nicest - and sexiest - people I know.

Mission for tonight is that I have to kill. Kill. Kill...a mouse. Bloody thing has been running amok for ages, Caught one about 6 weeks ago but this one is like Houdini, or Darcy Dugan, so now there are 4 baits and 3 traps out, laid with military precision. Looks like it ate from 2 baits last night...once of which was in the fucking stove...where I had seen mouse shit...yes it just gets worse. Anyway it's extermination day for Mickey. Or Minnie. Just have to remember to clear it all up before letting the dog out in the morning. Or the boy of course but he's smarter than the dog.

What else can I prognosticate on? Or is that ponder, preach, puzzle, or many other 'p' words?

Cask wine. Great invention or sinister plot? I only drink the good 2 litre stuff ouf course, I'm a connoisseur dontcha know.

Empty wine glass? definitely a sinister plot. I'll foil it though. Fools, I'll show them. I'll show them all, mwah hah hah hah hah hah.

hmm, five minutes and no mouse. I've seen the little fucker heaps of times in the last few weeks, scuttling about in his mousey little way. Not so little really, he's been on a good wicket by the looks of things. Mrs Stormy was a-sittin' on the toilet the other night, left the bathroom door open, and saw "a big fat mouse" slink by. I'd only seen him in the kitchen, well once in the loungeroom but I am out here more often, on account of the computer and all the food. Saturday night I opened the cupboard under the sink to put something in the bin (one of those swingy-outy-when-you-open-the-cupboard-doory ones) and out popped Mr Mouse, before ducking under the dishwasher. Your correspondent was only mildly startled, due to being supremely intoxicated, so it was very Steve Austin slow motion, "f-a-a-a-a-a-a-r-k" and dropping whatever I was holding. In the bin though so that was a win.

However, M. O. Use sealed his doom, revealing one of his hideouts as he bolted under said dishwasher. Like the Hole In The Wall Gang, whom he may well know, he'd led the bloke in the white hat - Joe LaFors to you - to his lair. Down went the bait and yep it had been nibbled this morning too. Even though it managed to get the bread off all three traps without tripping them. Clever...but not clever enough.

I can hear it under the fucking fridge now. Well I can hear something which has a distinctly nibbly sound, either it's a mouse or a mother of a cockroach. Lucky my Nanna isn't here. Well two reasons really, one she had a total mouse phobia and the other, she's been dead at least 16 years.

should probably go to bed but I'd hate to disappoint my public if I did so and Mousey Mouse decided to pop out and dice with death. Guess what Mousey, 7 or 11, snake eyes watchin' you.

Right, I'm quoting Lemmy at an unseen rodent. Could be time to tackle that other wine cask, the unopened one. No I have not cleaned one out tonight. Just finished it off.

Wine o'clock, as usual here's a picture to entertain you while I'm gone.



I'm ba-ack. Or Ace Frehley sang, "I'm back, back in the New York Groove". Apparently his was the best of the 4 x solo KISS albums in the 70s, which is a bit like saying "that was one of my best bowel movements", they did not have the talent to get through a whole decent group album let alone dividing by 4.

The pic is me, my lovely and very pregnant wife, and most of my best friends.

Right it's quarter to eleven and the nibbling sounds have ceased. No appearance, Your Worship, of Mr Mouse. Called three times loudly in the foyer. Perhaps if I bugger off for a ciggie he'll come and meet an untimely fate.

it won't let me put this in the labels for this post, but DIE MOUSE DIE !!!

Or, as Iron Maiden would have put it, had they written about hunting mice in their kitchen rather than waiting to be executed...

"I'm waiting in my kitchen
and the mouse begins to nibble
If I drink much more cask wine
I'll begin to dribble
Yes there was no link
But with nibble, I had to rhyme
Now this silly gets, it must be
Closing Time
Closing Ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, yeahhhh"
(cue absolutely awesome riff which also has little to do with mice)

Influences? Favourites? Just fucking good?

things that have influenced my life, in no particular order but I might get my shit together to actually say why some other time.

Music:
AC/DC
Black Sabbath
Motorhead
The Hummingbirds
Radio Birdman
The Saints
The Church
The Rolling Stones
Slayer
Iron Maiden
Judas Priest
You Am I
Led Zeppelin
The Pogues
Weddings Parties Anything
The Celibate Rifles
The Ramones
Deep Purple
Ozzy Osbourne
starting to think of "oh dear, should I..."
KISS
Fleetwood Mac

time for another topic

Movies
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
Star Wars
Kelly's Heroes
The Big Lebowski
The Big Sleep
The Big Banana (sorry that should be under 'favourite Big Australian things'
Monty Python and the...Holy Grail, Life of Brian, Meaning of Life
Downfall
Saving Private Ryan
Casablanca


Books/Authors
Sven Hassel
Leo Kessler
Raymond Chandler
Dashiell Hammett
Colleen McCullough (the Rome series, well except the last two)
Lindsey Davis
Martin Cruz Smith
Arthur Conan Doyle
That Shakespeare bloke (would put him in playwrights but it would be a skinny category)
John Birmingham



TV
Blackadder
Yes Minister/Prime Minister
The Late Show (you guess which one)
Dr Who
Blakes Seven
Blue Murder
Phoenix
Janus
I, Claudius

Historical stuff:
Rome
WWII
Germany
Britain
Ireland
France
Greece
(various bits of the above)

I think that's enough of an insight into my favourite things for now.

here's some random picture from holidays in Europe years ago.

Post II

Well it's been almost a week and Chairman Stormy has yet to muse. Not strictly true, but I tend to do most of my best musing on the bus, in the shower, at the gym when chained to the treadmill, or at 3AM when sleep just ain't happening. Or of course when way too trashed to sit coherently in front of a computer.

So now here I am at 2PM on a sunny Wednesday arvo at home, looking after sick child who is - touch wood - going to keep his nap going a while longer.

I thought of various topics - great albums, historical what-ifs, why the Eels will win the 2010 premiership - and then of course there's my favourite topic, me.

just ducking out for a ciggie. Here's a picture to keep you amused while I'm gone.


why am I having trouble putting the picture HERE rather than where the fucking machine keeps putting it? as a wise man once said 'Ahhhhh, Techno-Fear, it's happening, the machines are taking over, save me Vyvyan' or something like that.

i'm going to post now and see what happens.

Ah hah. I found a way to do it. a very slow and cumbersome way, something like a three toed sloth having a wank I guess, but it worked nonetheless. So that makes me a happy three toed sloth. Now, for that cigarette. Did I mention I'd given them up?

The picture is called "The Triumph Of Death", by Breugel the Elder. However I first saw it as the album cover for Black Sabbath's Greatest Hits, which I picked up a second hand copy of when I was about 15. Now that's what I call cover art. Great choice, fitted the music perfectly - we are talking about an album featuring plenty of doomy tunes - and I used to sit there earnestly studying it in minute detail. My art teacher would have been shocked - had I still been studying art of course, which as a 15 year old boy in a Western Sydney State High School in the mid 80s would have been as likely as studying thermonuclear physics. I did the compulsory two years of art, hated it, never did anything, and stupidly (them not me) never learnt anything about the history of art - or artists. Mind you our art teacher played amateur rugby union so no surprises there.

Anything I've learnt about art - assuming I have learnt anything - has come through a lot of reading since and visits to places like Rome, Florence, Paris and London. Who knows where I might have ended up if I'd been exposed to things like Breugel, Hieronymous Bosch, Raphael, Botticelli, Dali, Monet, Renoir..just to name a few people whose work I love. Or if I'd read about people like Michaelangelo, Da Vinci, Artemisia Gentileschi, Caravaggio, Van Gogh - people who really suffered for their art and/or had very very colourful lives. The rock stars of their day, in fact.

As a teenager I could have told you all about the life and times of every two bit metal guitarist, and hey I still could !

But I digress...often. I also make that joke quite often so get used to it if you're reading this.

Anyway I should do something or other with whatever free time I have before the boy wakes up, so will sign off and promise that the next few posts will actually have some sort of topic.

The First Post

Ok so just learned a valuable lesson. Don't navigate away from the blog when you've just written something. Thankfully it wasn't anything civilisation will miss.





So anyway here we are in Blogworld, well here I am anyway. Say hello if you're out there too.





Can I put pictures in here? Let's see.



Yep, there's one. Took a while though. very rock and roll looking backdrop isn't it?

I used to have another blog once upon a time on yahoo but it died after I didn't access it for 4 months or whatever the time limit was. Pity, it had some very good early morning ramblings on it...or late Sundays. They seemed to be the only times it was ever updated. Something to do with the pre-parental lifestyle I think.

It was a good, if scary, little diary really. Words like "Sando", "Townie", "closing time", and "disjointed ramblings" spring to mind. Around 05 to 07...i.e. before Stormy Jr came along and some degree of responsibility kicked in.

I don't think now is the time to get too dementedly into this, after all we're just getting to know one another. An ex girlfriend once told me (before she was ex!) that I was only scary when I decided to lecture her on something (which I thought of as "explaining something") so I'll try to keep a lid on that, anyway Mrs Stormy is beckoning...