By Gregor Stronach
Things are slow in the world of Gregor at the moment, so I figured I’d take the time to be nice and publicly answer some of the fan mail I’ve received. This serves a number of purposes. Firstly, it allows me to appear to care about the folks that take the time to write to me. Secondly, it allows me to pamper my ego by slyly suggesting to you all that I do, indeed, receive fan mail. Last, but not least, it’s just another forum in which I can make fun of you all where you have no right of reply. Everyone’s a winner…
I get some freaky mail. It’s seriously unusual stuff, most of it, which concerns me a little. Is it me, my writing style or a combination of both that attracts the unhinged, the desperate and the lonely?
Unfortunately, most of the letters I receive come anonymously – they’re sent through the author’s bio page, a link to which appears below. It’s infinitely easier for me to make disparaging remarks about you when you include your email address, so be sure to do so if you require a rude or amusing reply.
Otherwise, you’ll end up being quoted in public, like the following people. Where possible, I’ve included the name of the article to which the sender was referring in their message. This is for my own peace of mind. Without this reference, these letters make no sense whatsoever, something I find confusing and vaguely disturbing.
(A little knowledge, R&M, Dec 7th, 2002)
Dear Gregor,
By some strange synchronicity my husband Chris Stronach, also of Australia, has been taking some recent interest in reptilian uberlords of the fourth dimension. Are you and he one and the same? You must surely be related.
I’m not related to your husband in any way, but I would suggest you get your hubby along to a shrink quick-smart. Sure, they’ll test him and probe him and make him perform embarrassing procedures, but the more he talks about the lizards, the more likely it is they’ll abduct him and eat his eyeballs. It’s for his own good.
(God’s Diaires, R&M, Jan 24th, 2003)
Dear Gregor,
I’d like an interview with God, if you please. I’m with Modern Gods magazine, and I want to talk with him about his new book.
Ahhh… I see what you’re doing there. Very clever. But, to quote someone whom I respect quite a lot, “This joke only works when one of us is telling it.” Thanks for your letter though.
(Narcisse Vol II, R&M, Jan 10th, 2003)
Dear Gregor,
Do you have any idea how close your words reflect the deffinition of a Missanthropic Megalomaniac? (Human hater with big ego..) Just so you know, Missanthropes of that sort are more dangerous then Psychpaths (no natural understanding of right and wrong) because they think they are ABOVE right and wrong,. and feel disconnected from people. You are a scary mofo.
Aside from the horrible spelling and the fact that you’ve completely missed the point of the article, that’s a wonderful letter. What was it about that piece that made you think that I was really like that? I feel a little bit like James Woods, always on the search for credibility in his acting roles… but to have someone believe that I am truly like that warms my heart – it means that someone, somewhere, is even more stupid than I am.
(A little knowledge, R&M, Dec 7th, 2002)
Dear Gregor
roaarrrr
Hisssssss
Lizzzzaaaarrrddssssss
Hisssssss?
You’ve no idea how much this one freaked me out for some reason – the first overtly sibilant email I’d ever received and truth be told it scared me silly. Mind you, it was very early in the morning, I hadn’t had my coffee yet, and the mere thought of lizards that can type is enough to give me the willies at the best of times.
(Performance Review: The Four Horsemen, R&M, Dec 26th, 2002)
Dear Gregor
You rock 🙂
Admittedly this letter did come from my sister in Milwaukee, but everyone has the right to feel loved, do they not?
(The True Spirit of Christmas, R&M, Dec 1st, 2002)
Dear Gregor,
Do you still believe in Santa Claus? What ever happened to Mike Butler? And can you tell me if the Easter Bunny is involved?
Sheesh – no, I don’t believe in Santa Claus. I stopped believing in Santa Claus months ago. Mike Butler is now serving time in a maximum security prison for his part in the conspiracy. He also stole several motor vehicles and injured himself fleeing from the police. He’ll be eligible for parole in 19 years. And yes – the Easter Bunny is involved. Very involved. Hence, I don’t have the time to go into it here.
The following letter arrived with no apparent source of inspiration. I have a feeling that one of my workmates has also discovered this wonderful site. This could have something to do with the fact that I frequently walk to their desks and stand over them, pestering them until they log in and read every word of my latest article. I’m so vain.
Dear Gregor,
I’m going to the coke machine. They’ve only got vanilla coke left, just checking if you want one. And isn’t it funny how normal coke has now suddenly become a tough man’s drink. It used to be “a girl’s drink” but now with new “poofter coke” on the market hetero hard cases can now order a tinnie of black gold without fear of anyone questioning their sexuality. Anyway let me know if you’re thirsty and I’ll come over.
It was during a conversation with this person that the concept of ‘The Official Drink of the 2002 Gay Games’ was discussed. We settled on the idea that ‘Vanilla Coke’ would be the perfect candidate, but closer inspection and a moderate amount of investigative journalism found that the official drink was, in fact, semen.
I really enjoy hearing from you all (even the complete lunatics). So send me messages, the more the merrier. I love writing for the Pig’s Arms, as it’s entertaining for you and cheap therapy for me.
I love you all.

Hi everyone!
yeah – I’m still alive, but barely. Things are extremely busy (despite what the article above says) but ticking along well. I’m in a new job, plus teaching three nights a week for the next six months until the arrival of our next bub in July – another boy! huzzah!
Some background to the image – I hired that monkey as part of a story for Zoo Weekly magazine I did – when Sony launched the PlayStation3, we asked them ever-so-nicely if we could borrow one for a photo shoot to accompany the launch. They obliged, turning up with this massive high-tech set up, complete with 55-inch plasma, PS3 and a bunch of games.
I had, behind the scenes, arranged for a monkey. the idea for the story: can we teach a monkey to play playstation games.
the short answer is no. Not possible. But, with only the slightest prompting, we managed to get the monkey to shit on, piss in and bite every available component of Sony’s brand-new, $15,000 demonstration gaming rig.
I heard, many months later, that the unit was eventually retired from active service, as every time it was turned on for longer than 10 minutes, the chipset would heat up inside the PS3, filling the room with the unmistakable stench of monkey shit.
Mission Accomplished.
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ROTFLMAO.
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Speaking of Sony, as you were, to replace a boxset of CDs I gave away in a moment of considered benevolence, I bid on and won in an online auction the same out of ‘the Allan McGee collection’.
There was no interest, the set posted to me as we speak. Very meaningful for someone stuck in an Australian back block.
McGee is alleged to have said to why is he selling his collection btw … he ‘can no longer be arsed with music’, to the effect. Whatever, I am so respectful I have been able to replace this out of his collection including the orig booklet. I have lost otherwise so much.
But…I gave my very same edition of Bob Dylan Rare and Unreleased The Bootleg Series Vols 1-3 3CD box set to a released detainee who had endured for a # of years the hell of detention. He lerved Bob Dylan recordings with a passion. Now I lerv my Allan McGee collection boxset of the same. I couldn’t find it ANYwhere. Thank you perhaps Sony in a roundabout way.
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I’m with you, Gregor, even the poofter male nurses I hang out with won’t drink vanilla coke, it’s far too gay!
We’re sad poor bastards here at the Gentleman’s Bar, only slightly less sad than those in the Gents. “Oooh, a letter from Gregor! Let me read it first.”
“No me, I’m his biggest fan”
“I’m readin’ the bastard” Merv tears letter from Foodge’s hand. Arguement over.
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Keep away from that coke, Gregor. The phosphoric acid will strip your innards, or alternatively your car engine, if’n youse want to degrease it 😉
I’ve been on the lookout for a photo of Warrigal–no-one has ever seen him. I thought that I spotted him in one of Algernon’s YouTube thingees, but never heard. So it’s good to see that he is being well cared for. He looks much like a macaque, that I had as a pet in Djakarta. Well I had two of them actually. Janie and Tarzan. I wasn’t very imaginative at 12.
The Village People look is good too…But: cut your hair, lose some weight; add a few pock marks (with makeup) and……………pow…James Woods.
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That can’t be Warrigal. It’s pregnant.
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Bananas 😉
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I thought that you had gone again-so I’m ‘just’ composing a post to Doug, on Donnely’s blog
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Alright, alright, I can take a hint. Going … au revoir … gone.
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Dear Gregor
O, that’s good. You wrote at last. Love from you, as well. I li…no, love the way you say that. Love you all. Oops. Not just ‘Love you all’ though. That was me being careless and casual. But of course you know that. That I was letting my hair down for a moment. And you know that you wrote ‘I love you all’; that it wasn’t ‘Love you all.’ After all, you wrote it, Gregor. Of course you know. And that the way you wrote it means a great, ginormous lot to…well, me. Yes, because that’s different from ‘Love you all’. It takes ownership. Accepts responsibility. Understands language and its impact on…well, me mE ME ME ME ME ME.
Love ya. Absolutely love ya. 😉
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I think Mumbles and I had a go at you on Unleashed years ago over the apparent similarity of your profile picture there and the standard image of the anarchist bomb thrower.
Now that we have this new image of yourself I feel the need to say that while you still hold a striking resemblance to the standard image of the anarchist bomb thrower, the monkey rather confuses my conviction that you might actually be an anarchist bomb thrower.
Of course the monkey might be your trainer, monkeys being very good at throwing their poo about. Unless of course the monkey is actually animatronic ordinance in a monkey suit; cover for some planned outrage; an atrocity at some local zoo perhaps. Or maybe the idea is for you to equip the monkey with small turd shaped bombs and then setting him loose in a crowded shopping mall, watch the resulting terrorist mayhem.
This new image has certainly put the cat among the pigeons down at the ONA. Several of them are thinking of standing for parliament, the so called Wilkie Gambit, in an attempt to draw you out.
But I could of course be making all this up. I think I need to take my medicine…..
Nurse, nurse…..
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I couldn’t spel nerse afore I come ‘er, an now I are one!
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More fan mail for you:
So nice to see you here Gregor, you are looking well, better than ever 😉
Very funny. Gez shouted from downstairs asking why I was laughing so much.
He thought I was reading his story on swearing…being ‘nice’ I replied you are both very funny…
PS. Your kid must be going to school soon, time flies…unfortunately…
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