Just now, Bitter but optimistic said:

Who was he?

A true nobody

On ‎13‎/‎03‎/‎2016 at 3:20 PM, daisycutter said:

hmmm, red, don't know whether you are very perceptive or very prescient

Well daithy, I think some of Red's posts a quite pithy.

2 minutes ago, Moonshadow said:

A true nobody

wasn't he the guy who ran a cake shop?

1 hour ago, daisycutter said:

wasn't he the guy who ran a cake shop?

Yeah but he never knew how much to charge. Went out of business.

4 hours ago, Bitter but optimistic said:

Yeah but he never knew how much to charge. Went out of business.

I never have any such dilemma.

One must trust free market forces.

7 hours ago, Bitter but optimistic said:

Well I'm finally back at the Manor after an arduous few days in Cantberra. I noticed our resident Dr Hopping Dicks alluded to a locale named Fyshwick which I presumed was where one found the seafood market. Being partial to the occasional clam, I headed out that way.

Well what a surprise! It was where one would likely find Cantberra's version of the Gat. Which brings me to the point of my ramble. In a particularly scrofulous location I noticed a faded sign. " For love potions, poultices and cures for the pox contact your ever reliable Dr John D...". The rest was obscured by various stains and fluids. Scant evidence I agree but nonetheless, the question must be asked .

Does our Good Doctor have a sordid history buried in our national capital and is his retreat to a hillbilly hideaway a means to escape a criminal past? 

I don’t know to which advertisement you refer, but lest it afford you any opportunity for further innuendo or vulgarity I should say in my defence that, as far as I am aware, all evidence* trace of my dealings with the nation’s leaders was removed by the Federal authorities many years ago. It is unlikely therefore to refer to my medical* therapeutic practices, although I would remind you that the stain on a reputation is far more indelible than any to be found on a mere, fading affiche in the gradually gentrifying location of Fyshwick (of course, were I the gentleman in question I presume I would have takes such stains as ample proof of the success of my potions).

Having escaped* decamped to the north and discovered the field generally occupied by mountebanks and hucksters of many stripes all claiming some impossible association with Byron Bay, I decided that there was little opportunity for a simple, honest apothecary* alchemist such as I to earn a living taking advantage of the miseries of those whose ambitions outstrip their capabilities in matters of the marital (or other) bed. I am now occupied in other pursuits which your insinuations can only begin to guess at.

Suffice it to say that, having recently taken over the presidency of the Hopping Dicks Progress Association in a well-drilled putsch, one project involves organising one of those twinning arrangements with a suitable village in the Rhône region. This may entail significant absences and substantial payments to suitable ‘advisors’ as negotiations unfold.

 

* amendments introduced on legal advice. As to any imputations about my criminal past, let me just say that no proceeding of a court has ever been successfully concluded in relation to allegations or indictments against me.

 

 

 

On another matter altogether, I’ve been doing some research for reasons I won’t bother going into on the WW2 history of the Cox Peninsula, N.T. (I suppose that some less than reputable habitués of this thread will draw a line between that name and the name of the quiet and respectable valley where I live, and come to some prurient conclusion, All I can say is that that would be cheap and callow Freudianism).

I was thinking of starting another thread called something like Collingwood and Stupidity: a History, but I realised that such a thread would quickly fill up with the various pronouncements of Chairman Eddie, so I’ll leave it here:

From the recollections of Sgt Bob Meredith in ‘The 105 “Mobile RDF’ Station at Charles Point (1942-43)’ (ed. Morrie Fenton [2000]

‘I do remember an incident on guard duty one night … Leo Merritt (ex Collingwood footballer) and I were sitting on a box back to back, as was the practice; we had Tommy Guns on our knees with safety catches off which was also the practice. Leo spoke to say that his leg had gone to sleep, and he’d have to stand up, which he did. The gun fell off his knees with the finger still in the trigger guard, and the weight of the gun on his finger was enough to fire the gun. Leo received two bullets to his left leg – one below the knee – the other just above the ankle, and his leg was badly injured by the .45 calibre bullets.’

Shouldn’t laugh, I suppose, since he was helping to keep the country safe. But he survived the injury. And if not quite shooting himself in the foot it's close enough to Eddie’s habits.

 

 

1 hour ago, Dr John Dee said:

 

On another matter altogether, I’ve been doing some research for reasons I won’t bother going into on the WW2 history of the Cox Peninsula, N.T. (I suppose that some less than reputable habitués of this thread will draw a line between that name and the name of the quiet and respectable valley where I live, and come to some prurient conclusion, All I can say is that that would be cheap and callow Freudianism).

I was thinking of starting another thread called something like Collingwood and Stupidity: a History, but I realised that such a thread would quickly fill up with the various pronouncements of Chairman Eddie, so I’ll leave it here:

From the recollections of Sgt Bob Meredith in ‘The 105 “Mobile RDF’ Station at Charles Point (1942-43)’ (ed. Morrie Fenton [2000]

‘I do remember an incident on guard duty one night … Leo Merritt (ex Collingwood footballer) and I were sitting on a box back to back, as was the practice; we had Tommy Guns on our knees with safety catches off which was also the practice. Leo spoke to say that his leg had gone to sleep, and he’d have to stand up, which he did. The gun fell off his knees with the finger still in the trigger guard, and the weight of the gun on his finger was enough to fire the gun. Leo received two bullets to his left leg – one below the knee – the other just above the ankle, and his leg was badly injured by the .45 calibre bullets.’

Shouldn’t laugh, I suppose, since he was helping to keep the country safe. But he survived the injury. And if not quite shooting himself in the foot it's close enough to Eddie’s habits.

 

 

Too right. Dr John, I think you are masking a homo-erotic phallic infatuation with a failed attempt to call upon history and humour as your point for posting. Get a grip man!

7 hours ago, daisycutter said:

wasn't he the guy who ran a cake shop?

Did someone mention banana bread?

17 minutes ago, Redleg said:

Did someone mention banana bread?

No they did not! 

2 minutes ago, Earl Hood said:

No they did not! 

he just did !!

6 minutes ago, Earl Hood said:

No they did not! 

Pity.

On Sunday, March 13, 2016 at 6:11 PM, Bitter but optimistic said:

Yes and with each pair of "Calvin Kleens" you get a free can of guava paste 

Don't you mean kale?

My god you all need to be locked up or have your medication doubled. I thought I was in a bad state but you all make me feel a lot better about myself although there is some connection with such a crazy bunch of people. A fictional existence I guess.

2 hours ago, Redleg said:

Did someone mention banana bread?

I am sure the good doctor has bred some bananas up north ... 

18 minutes ago, Maple Demon said:

Don't you mean kale?

Welcome back on board Maple. Did you take a long trip back to your native Canadia?

4 minutes ago, hemingway said:

My god you all need to be locked up or have your medication doubled. I thought I was in a bad state but you all make me feel a lot better about myself although there is some connection with such a crazy bunch of people. A fictional existence I guess.

C'mon, Hemingway, just admit you love us all.

5 minutes ago, hemingway said:

My god you all need to be locked up or have your medication doubled. I thought I was in a bad state but you all make me feel a lot better about myself although there is some connection with such a crazy bunch of people. A fictional existence I guess.

Consecutive wins by the Dees (even meaningless practice games) are like a full moon to werewolves when it comes to us old diehard Demons ...  A man of your worldliness would surely understand that, Ernest ... 

Just now, Moonshadow said:

Welcome back on board Maple. Did you take a long trip back to your native Canadia?

Not recently. When I heard in the news that the Gat was to be closed, I knew Biffen would be inconsolable at having to find a new base of operations for his businesses and I couldn't deal with his anguish.

That and I forgot my password. 

Mr. Shadow, do you know if Uncle Bitter and Biffen have stayed out of trouble this summer?

7 minutes ago, Red and Bluebeard said:

Consecutive wins by the Dees (even meaningless practice games) are like a full moon to werewolves when it comes to us old diehard Demons ...  A man of your worldliness would surely understand that, Ernest ... 

Beautifully written. I suspect you are my old love Bram Stoker, my old love (in literary terms of course). 

1 minute ago, hemingway said:

Beautifully written. I suspect you are my old love Bram Stoker, my old love (in literary terms of course). 

Thank you, but I can't hold a candle to the imagination of that genius. A much under-appreciated author, in my opinion ... 

21 minutes ago, Red and Bluebeard said:

Thank you, but I can't hold a candle to the imagination of that genius. A much under-appreciated author, in my opinion ... 

I much prefer his later incarnation, Alice Cooper.

3 hours ago, Moonshadow said:

Too right. Dr John, I think you are masking a homo-erotic phallic infatuation with a failed attempt to call upon history and humour as your point for posting. Get a grip man!

Except that your diagnosis and remedy seem a little at odds, Moonie.

8 hours ago, hemingway said:

My god you all need to be locked up or have your medication doubled. I thought I was in a bad state but you all make me feel a lot better about myself although there is some connection with such a crazy bunch of people. A fictional existence I guess.

You're on a forum for MFC supporters and you expect to find sanity, Ernest? That in itself may be a sign of madness.