Hi. Sandy here. For the new I’m Father Alexander “Sandy” O’Way. I’m the parish priest at the St Generic Brand Church in Inner Cyberia in the Western suburbs. The parish covers the Pigs Arms and I am often down there, sinking a glass canoe of Trotter’s Ale and debating science with Emmjay, or in other words talking bullshit. Oh, and I have recently been in space, travelling several galaxies researching baked beans for the creator of the Universe, Gordon O’Donnell, an astrophysicist from another dimension. Anyway, that’s another story.
Anyhoo, they let me out of the local psychiatric unit after the Bish, you know, my boss, Bishop Bishop came and bailed me out. Now I’m back with my Bel, you know Belinda, Glenda’s little sister, whom I married and then Gordon tells me he wants me to go back into space. Yeah right!
So I have to find out what happen between Picky Runting and Shame Worn, you know, they are cricketers, the most boring game in the universe. A good saying would be “I’ve seen grass grow, paint dry and a cricket game”, know what I mean. Personally I couldn’t give a rat’s toss bag, what ever that means, but the Bish had a bet with Pastor Sauce that they will replace Runting with Michael Fark. I mean, tie me down and spank my bottom, Gees arse.
I visit Picky at his rural Tasmanian home that he had completely relocated to the Sydney outskirts. Convenient hey. “Picky, dude, what’s this spat with you and Worny?” I ask showing my severe interest by yawning half way through the question.
“Ah, nothing Father. Look me and Worny is mates and nothing can come between us. He has his views and I have mine but unfortunately his views are all wrong and mine are always right and so I am going to belt the zark out of him, oops, Sorry Father, I seek means of a redemption through negotiation rather than senseless violence, ugh”. “What about Fark for captain?” I enquire. “Well Sandy yes, no, maybe”
Hmmm, now lets see what Worny has got to say for himself. I visit Shame in the majestic mansion that he built for himself by being able to bowl spin, telling lots of other people to zark off and how great he is, yeah right. “Shame, dude, what’s this spat with you and Runting?” I ask showing my severe interest by yawning half way through the question. “Ah, nothing Father. Look me and Picky is mates and nothing can come between us. He has his views and I have mine but unfortunately his views are all wrong and mine are always right and so I am going to belt the zark out of him, oops, Sorry Father, I seek means of a redemption through negotiation rather than senseless violence, ugh”. “What about Fark for captain?” I enquire. “Well Sandy yes, no, maybe”
Gee did you get a de jevu or what? I mean are these guys similar. So I rings my good mate and colleague in India. The former test player now journalist Asif Iwood. “Asif mate, did Runting or Horrorwitch set bad fields in the last series?” I ask totally uninterested in the answer. “Well Sandy yes, no, maybe.” Hmm, deep. We’re getting somewhere here. “So Asif should they have played two spinners?” I ask as it’s written on a piece a paper for me by some cricket nut job to ask. “Well Sandy yes, no, maybe.” Wow, mystical stuff.
So I rings the Bish “Hey Bish, it’s Sandy” I announce rather bravely. “Your money is as safe as the American banking system collapsing, Bish, Bish, are you okay?”
Warrigal said:
Glad to see that religious instruction is back on the “silly bus”. I’ve missed the good Father and his shenanigans.
If I offered to once again illustrate your episodes would you be encouraged to carry on? Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe maybe?
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Hung One On said:
Will be in touch WM, how’s the dog story going? Anything coming up?
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astyages said:
Warrigal, good to see you old chap! Are we also now to look forward to more of your stories as well as more of your artwork? Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe maybe? We’ve missed you, mate!
🙂
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astyages said:
Hung, I heard a story, heresy, I know, that Gordon O’Donnell was not in fact the creator of the universe, but that in fact that honour goes to the oft-invoked ‘Gordon Bennett’, whom I believe was a goalkeeper for a British soccer team… AND he’s not even faintly intrested in cricket!
Of course this has to be some rival sect or cult which has set up its heresies in opposition to GOD’s will… Would you care to comment on behalf of Fr O’way?
😉
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Hung One On said:
Well asty, yes, no, maybe.
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astyages said:
Good to see Father O’Way back in action, Hung…
🙂
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Hung One On said:
Thank you T2.
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Voice said:
Sandy returns. Now tell me the good news. 🙂
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Hung One On said:
Sorry Voice, I will try and keep him brief 🙂
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sandshoe said:
I deep down hope that is more like a string of G and mighty not much to it than a pair of Granny’s best pair of “brief” bloomers I have seen and likely those went to the bleachers once when Granny went Hung, speakin’ o’ O’Way bein’ back. Didn’t Granny fall foul o’ O’Way and his cussin’ takin’ the name of that cricket field, Lords speakin’ of cricket as he was in the Pigs, in vain, like a vanity basin with its water turned on, vainly? Such a conceited man I thought I heard too. All is vanity.
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Hung One On said:
Sandy is lazy. Amazingly just like me. 🙂
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sandshoe said:
It’s all the praisin’, Hung. 🙂
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Lehan Ramsay said:
So is “Zuan Cement” some kind of group chant for the Cricket?
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Lehan Ramsay said:
It’s not some kind of taunt for the other side is it?
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Hung One On said:
C’mon on Zuan, c’mon, c’mon. Is that how it goes Lehan?
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Lehan Ramsay said:
No wait. It’s Zuari.
Now imagine you hear the buzz of the crowd, and over it comes a shriek. zooooWAri ceMENT!
Sounds right doesn’t it?
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Hung One On said:
Has a certain ring to it
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sandshoe said:
That’ll be displayed largely writ on banners right around the field so the barrackers don’t have to remember the words. Well done by the way Lehan! Nicely captured. We will have to record you and send it in to Sporting Records. 🙂
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Lehan Ramsay said:
With an accompaniment of those noisy plastic things from the Soccer.
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Father Out said:
Now, Father, it’s good to see you back in print. The diocese have all been wondering about your recent activities, I mean, inter-planetary Cricket Warfare, and all.
I’ve been disappointed by your, less than christian, comments over at UL. We’re all Gordon’s Children, you know. We’re all just waiting for Hale-Bopp to return so we can all travel to Heaven and live with the Aliens!
P.S. Glad you sorted out Australian Cricket. The Bishop’s bin losing sleep.
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Hung One On said:
Me, unchristian? A St Paul’s boy being unchristian, what is the world coming to?
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Big M said:
May Gordon be with yuz.
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Hung One On said:
And with you
Go the mass has ended
Thanks be to Gordon
These were my favourite three lines as a kid 🙂
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Big M said:
…and, as the Irish say, and straight down to the pub!
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H said:
Hung,what to do? We now live only a stone throw away from Bradman’s Oval, and I’m truly worried that Gez might have been infected by the Bradman Magic, or charm…(Bob Ellis& Abbott style)
Shall I buy him a tennis racket, a new pair of Speedos, a socker ball, or shall I take him out to lunch at a local Golf Club…anything but cricket…
Nice and funny story by the way.
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Hung One On said:
Thanks your H-ed-ness, Look, it’s like this, cricket is boring, but you go along for the sunshine, the food, the community and anything else that that takes your fancy, enjoy.
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Hung One On said:
Actually H why don’t I take you and Gez to a cricket game, wouldn’t that be fantastic?
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H said:
That’s a date Hung, would you be offended if I take a book with me; Gerard gets excited about any new endevour….
It will be nice to meet Tutu too!
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Hung One On said:
A book is essential for the non fans. Yes I love you to meet the adorable Tutu.
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Emmjay said:
Welcome back, Father !
Asif Iwood. Priceless !
Is it true that that you’ve been putting in a good one for Schapelle again ?
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Hung One On said:
Keep trying boss
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atomou said:
Best thing they could ever do with that bloody game is burn all the equipment and bury the ashes. Deep!
Call Orestes!
Call Elektra!
Call Pylades! (I bet you forgot about him!)
Call Klytaimestra!
Call Aegisthus!
Call Agamemnon!
Call… Cassandra!
Bury them arseshes, I say!
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Hung One On said:
I’m in love with Cassandra
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Big M said:
I love both Cassandra and Elektra.
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sandshoe said:
Thank you Atomou for those kind wishes. I am going to carry your exhortation Havagoodsundee into any Sundee now and service. It’ll enhance Sundees.
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atomou said:
You poor, sexually frustrated boys!
Well, I supposed these two were poor, sexually frustrated girls, so, let madness meet madness!
Or as the Greeks say, the lid rolled down the road and found the pot!
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Big M said:
Atomou, may your pots always be full of it.
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atomou said:
Yes, Big one, a full pot is always a sign of a full kitchen and a full kitchen is always a sign of a full house and a full house is always a sign of a full life and a full life is always a sign that the goddess of the Hearth, Hera (often confused with Hestia) and the goddess of the Soft Pillow, Aphrodite and the goddess of the brain, Athena, and the goddess of the fields, Demeter, and the god of fertility, Bacchus, and the goddess of Pregnancy and of the hunt, Artemis, and the lame god of engineering, Hephaestus and the god of Light, Apollo, and the Lord of all the Olympian gods, Zeus, have all done their work and the goddess of Strife, Eris was kept out of that Pot, of that kitchen, of that family.
Long may the lid find the pot and long may they stay together and long may the pot be bubbling with the juices and oils of a full meal and long may the aromas of that meal fill every corner of our kitchen.
Long may the whole village be well satiated with the extracts of Bacchus’ berries and the fruits of the fields, the groves, the forests, the sea, the sky and the imagination!
Long may our Big one, stay big!
Havagoodsundee Big M and all ye other patrons and patronesses!
Blessed be always and forever the Window Dresser’s Arms, Pig & Whistle!
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Big M said:
Thanks, ‘mou, did have a good weekend.
I do occassionally run into Hathor, Goddess of childbirth, who manages to hover protectively, in spite of all (contrary)human interference!
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sandshoe said:
A comment of mine is out of place. Woe (a little bit). 😦
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Algernon said:
Picky Runtings a Wollongong boy nowadays isn’t he Father? Lives near Furaqueme Dunk I understand, had something to do with the Crickmanastani CC.
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Hung One On said:
Algae, Thank you. I didn’t want to bring in the Gong connection, but yes Ricky is an Illawarra boy now…:)
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