Bitter but optimistic

It's difficult as I have a rather robust figure. Biffen, as expected made some tasteless suggestions involving fish net stockings. However, I intend adopting a style that allows my machismo to come through. I rather like buns so the hipster look seems appropriate. Unfortunately Earl Hood's bespoke tailor is yet to come through with the clobber. If worst comes to worst, I'll don the dinner suit and masonic regalia. Should turn some heads.

I'll be there. Hopefully it will improve my current mood. I cannot abide having charity tins thrust in my face. When I point this fact out (clearly) to said tin rattlers, people look at me as if I am mean and niggardly. FMD!!

In my case there is no doubt!

Well well ... the Canuck has returned!! Not sure what I'll wear as yet Mable but it will be the height of good taste and fashion. You can be sure of that.

Unfortunately it's a dead duck Moon. They have got away with it and that's that. Cant help feeling sorry for that poor bas tard Saad who drank lolly water on the wrong day. FMD. What an odd world we live in.

I do pay taxes dc and your answer is what I suspected. It is one thing, as a taxpayer, to fund Biffen's various welfare rorts - they are nothing if not creative. However, to fund those obviously inept idiots at ASADA makes supporting Biffen appear as good value.

Excuse my rare ignorance but could someone tell me who funds ASADA?

I spend a fair slice of time in a bottle OD - it's not too bad!

Poor dumb [censored].

Keep out of it Stu! SWYL will only give you a touch up!

The only things I would steal are virtue or a decent red.

Any association with Biffen reminds one that wealth is quite transient.

I may go. I'll get "dressed up" and you could introduce me as an old girl friend Red!

As if you have any credibility Loon!

I hope you're either a real charmer Jizz or have a large er.. vocabulary. Because I'm just trying to imagine all the girls about town looking for a night out after the Grand Pri ck flocking to the Beech Forest pub. Ha Ha Ha ................ FMD Even's Biffen's Gat slags wouldn't go there.

It's all about discernment (or lack thereof) Earl Hood. Unlike those of polite society, Biffen's idea of an extravagant banquet is unlimited soy and tomato sauce. And .. as for good wine .. let me just say that if it comes in less than 2 litre containers, he considers it pretentious.

As usual Biffen makes much of little! OK there was a little incidental groping er contact but it was simply a result of the large crowd pushing me forward. Just like the health club - all quite explainable and reasonable.

Just let me add Mable - lest there be any misunderstandings. Your underlying premise is quite correct - Biffen is a charlatan and tax evader!

Good to hear from you again Mable. However, you need to understand that Biff actually spent no money! BTW Where have u been? Visiting Canadia?

I slept through it .... but yes.

Biffen got me again (great mistakes repeated) I reluctantly accepted an offer from "I know Ballarat like the back of my hand" Biffen to attend the footy with him. We arrived by train and, acting on Biffen's advice, bypassed the taxis and strode to the nearest public house. Followed by the next nearest.... "The ground's only 5 minutes from here",quoth Biffen. Well after a 10 minute taxi trip we arrived 10 minutes after the start. I had forgotten my member's ticket so Biffen took cash off me, grabbed a nearby child and purchased a family ticket. True story. I seemed to be buying most of the necessary liquid supplements while Biffen stood and displayed his tweed jacket. Yes Tweed Jacket! It was obviously stolen from an opp shop but Biffen claimed it made him look sophisticated when worn over his stained Tshirt. True story. I have to say the sunshine did nothing for his other hygiene issues either. In a weak (insane) moment I had agreed to "shout" dinner. Again Biffen's rat cunning shone through. Normally Biffen finds the cheapest and sleaziest establishments in which to dine. However, on this occasion, he directed us (via taxi for which I paid) to a half decent place with bloated menu and wine prices. Then he had the audacity to order the most expensive bottle of wine on the list. Quickly followed by another of which large amounts were dribbled onto the aforementioned Tshirt. I had shown the foresight to arrange a driver for my return journey. However, as I was a little tired by the evening's closure, Biffen inveigled himself into my vehicle and directed my driver to his establishment. I could forgive the fact that it was clearly premises for illicit purposes but taking us a lazy 100 k out of the way was a bit much. True Story

[censored] !!!! Just when I thought you were getting away from speaking Westralian!! Fl og

A car from Borewood!! Probably beige. Who would steal that?

A good case could be made for a choirboy to have a part in the above dialogue.

Anyone in Sydney last night? Big night!