Story by Big M
Foodge sat at the Gentleman’s Bar, staring at his iPhone, willing it to ring. He was expecting a call from an official within the Australian Electoral Commission. He had already finished a breakfast of bacon, eggs (from Granny’s chooks), tomato, beans and wedges, sans sour cream.
Granny still had that soft spot for our sleuth, but had put away any ideas about romance, instead pursuing a more ‘plutonic’ (sic) relationship. It was now two weeks after the federal election, where Foodge had fielded as a candidate for the LIBNATs (Liberation of Itinerate Barristers National Australian Tribunal), earning twenty-nine votes. He was demanding a recount and had been on the receiving end of some clerical running around. Australia was, after all, a democracy, he reasoned.
Merv stood in his usual place, absent-mindedly polishing glasses with a dirty rag. The previous night had been busy, and he had copped an elbow to the right eye while ejecting a couple of rowdy patrons. This morning he had taken a long, hard look in the mirror, and didn’t like what he saw, long hairs growing out of his ears. He had ruminated over it all morning.
Finally he placed the glass back in the rack. “Foodge, can you watch the bar for ten minutes?” He thought this would be reasonably safe, as it was only ten, and the rest of the pub was empty.
“Why, err, yes, it would be an honour.” Foodge moved to the other side of the bar, taking up the roll of glass polisher, as opposed to seat polisher.
Rosie’s House of Pain had just opened, but the waiting room was almost full. She was short staffed, so Rosie herself was at the reception desk. “Ah, Missa Merv, you come to avail yourself of our many services.” Rosie maintained the archetypal Asian accent, in spite of being born and educated in Australia. He took Merv by the elbow into the last cubicle. “What’s wrong, Merv, everything OK, Janet, the twins?”
“Nah, the family’s OK.”
“Granny?” Rosie was well aware of Granny’s recent descent into the world of body building steroids.
“No, she alright, better than ever, although she still has a soft spot for a Very Private Dick.”
“Well, what’s wrong, then?” Rosie blurted out.
“It’s me, Rosie, I didn’t know who to turn to.” Merv pointed to his hairy ears. Rosie laughed, not a comical laugh, more an emotional release kind of laugh.
“I can fix that in two minutes!” Rosie pasted some hot wax on Merv’s offending earlobes. “Now, watch this.” As she expertly applied some cloth strips, removing wax, and offending hair. “Anything else Mr Merv, facial, bikini line? Only joking, but, anymore extraneous hair issues, and you come to me, OK?” Merv blushed all the way to the tops of his cauliflower ears.
Merv was as happy as a dolphin as he re-entered the bar to find Foodge polishing the old hardwood surface, with one hand, and talking on the phone with the other. “Got your call from the AEC?” Merv enquired.
Foodge shook his head. “No, it’s O’Hoo, him and DCI Rouge have emigrated to Tasmania!”
Merv shook his head. “Can I have a word in his pink, shell like?” Merv was grinned at the irony of his little joke.
“No, he’s on the phone!” Foodge pointed to his iPhone.
“I’ll talk to him on the phone, then.” Merv shook his head, as Foodge handed over his most prized (aside from his Zephyr) possession. “So, you’ve ‘emigrated’, then?” This was followed by plenty of nodding, and then head shaking. “You DO realise that your pleece issue phone had GPS, don’t you? So callin’ Foodge on your pleece issue phone is like switchin’ on a beacon. The cops will be all over you like a fat kid on a smarty. Hang up, pull the battery outta the phone, chuck ‘em both in the Derwent, and get down to Dicky Smith’s an’ buy a coupla of ‘payasyougo’ phones…bye”
“They both sounded well.” Mumbled Foodge, as he took possession of his phone.
vivienne29 said:
This is a great story.
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algernon1 said:
What would Merv have made of this.
http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2013/09/national-beard-mustache-championships/
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Big M said:
No, Mr Merv doesn’t go in for any a that fancy carry on!
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sandshoe said:
I knew of someone seriously once who said it was likely the hair growing out of their ears that would explain their lack of admirers, Big. You’re so sensitive, Big. ALL day! Merv thought about it ALL day!? 🙂 rotfl
At long last we’ve got a map.
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algernon1 said:
Some actually Like hair growing out of their ear; I am not one. My hairdresser told me there are many wio are indignant about being asked. I on the other hand wish that hair would grow in the right places.
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helvityni said:
I was reading a magazine, when the nice girl was cutting Gerard’s hair, she asked shall I do the eyebrows, he said: oh, no.
It’s free, she tempted.
Later on he told me that he found it too embarrassing…god, you men are silly…
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gerard oosterman said:
I just feel that being asked to cut eyebrows is such an admission of now being seen as ‘ageing’. I never really think of age, however one has to front up to it when being asked to cut eyebrows. Too much of a Johnny Howard thing too. Getting old is more complicated than I care to admit.
Just imagine in years to come, nodding at the old care facility, nurse coming in with a pack of pull-up nappies. What then?
I still enjoy the Map of Tasmania with its dark forestry and undergrowth. I can’t really understand the modern fascination of millions watching the internet pussy-sites with the close up shots of shaven genitalia. ( Why the plural, is there more than one?) often at the exclusion of the persons. Do people get excited now standing in front of the poultry shop looking at plucked marinated chicken wings?
I did see an elderly gentleman yesterday with an untrimmed moustache and Coles shopping bag closely studying the chicken division.
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sandshoe said:
It takes a day. There is so much to think about when hair grows out of your ears…using ‘your’ in an impersonal way so as to not discriminate.
I cannot know a lot about these things however not having an intimate… although our friend Wojciech of the inestimable mighty moustache (those of you who remember Movember will remember that mo) tells me about his hair dresser. ‘Frank can’t help himself.’ he says, ‘Snip! snip! snip! All day and he’s taken more than he ought’.
I think from what Algernon says Frank is selling it for ear wigs.
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sandshoe said:
Getting old seems to me and sounds like a teenage crisis, a roller coaster of embarrassment. I’m glad I’m not old. 😉
Gez, I took an occasional peek at a tv programme about people’s obsessions. One fellow was obsessed with balloons…inflated balloons, please, nothing simple like using one deflated one as a teaser and he had his own room for his balloons and amore. He cosied up to them, talked to them, stroked them, looked after them and whatever else. His wife said her husband can’t be doing any harm She bore his obsession no ill will or jealousy.
Gez, you oughtn’t be cynical when you see people ogling in the poultry shop window…for what may seem to you unseemly lengths of time. It might be true love.
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gerard oosterman said:
The best LOL so far Shoe. True love for chicken wings.
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Carisbrooke said:
26 comments Big. Well done. And all while you were in the delivery room, polishing wooden knobs 😉
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Big M said:
Actually, I was !
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atomou said:
With a dirty rag! (The only way to wolish pooden knobs!)
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Voice said:
Merv must have had a fair bit to drink if he was ruminating (sic) over the mirror all morning. 🙂
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atomou said:
The bar was so highly polished (with the dirty rag) that it had gained all the characteristics and qualities of one of those mirrors in the House of ‘Orrible Mirrors. Merv polishes it to that degree of mirrorness so that his patrons will shout drinks to the image in front of them. Merv is a sneaky bugger.
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Voice said:
Let’s hope he wasn’t urinating over the bar all morning as well in that case!
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gerard oosterman said:
Maps of Tasmania are notoriously unreliable. I use a GPS but put up with ‘You are over the speed limit’ by parking somewhere and enjoy the view of the valley.
Well done Big M.
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Big M said:
Of course, in my work, I get to see many maps of Tasmania, although, they aren’t at their best! This made me some sort of cause celebre amongst my youngest son’s mates, them christening me ‘The Vagina Doctor’. My only wish is that I was getting to see them at their peak!
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Carisbrooke said:
Yes Foodge seems adept at polishing hard wooden somethings. Ambidextrous too.
Always good to be able to use left and right. I do it.
But I felt that your story needed a murder or something. It was too nice, Big.
A bikie being stabbed at the bar, preferably by an old lady; a granny or something. However a nice one. Not the quarrelsome granny that Sea Mendez and Jayell, argued with so oft, in days of yore.
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helvityni said:
Take a break from arguing, it’s not necessary to be argumentative all the time…
You were reasonable in days of yore, did you hook up with the quarrelsome SM…She only came here last week or so, you must have been friends for much longer..
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Carisbrooke said:
Sea Mendez is a man, has been a shop steward* and is literate – some things that we should welcome, rather than poison. I have no reason to think that Sea Mendez is a woman. You are getting monotonous (if I’m permitted to say so), by bringing it up all the time. I have told you this before and you say – “I know what I know”! Stop being divisive, helvi. I’m trying to be polite to you.
Continuing with the accusation that Sea Mendez is Voice, is ruining the atmosphere here – once more! Please desist.
Articles are pointless if there is no discussion. The comments amount to 5-10 people complementing the author on how marvellous he, or she is…Some of the best articles in here, have only ever gotten 8 or so comments…..And I thought that Big M, would appreciate that I had read it and tried to be amusing; add a bit of colour instead of pretence.
*So he says. Plus I have involved with many a discussion re The Middle East , Afghanistan, Nuclear power, 911 and politics, with him. Subjects that Voice has never commented or shown any interest in at all.
If I am wrong and you can prove it, I will be very very surprised, however Sea Mendez will remain literate.
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Voice said:
Whaaat! Obviously you’ve never lifted your eyes above my chest long enough to hear what I’ve been saying !!!!!!!!!!!!! And !!! again !!!!!
Never commented on or shown interest in the Middle East, Afghanistan or 911?
Those are only the topics that attracted me to Unleashed in the first place; years ago now.
Honestly! We may have to start calling each other trolls, making remarks about each other’s dress sense, accusing each other of being Sea Mendez and generally behaving like boring cretins whenever the one posts.
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Carisbrooke said:
Well, you didn’t say anything here, so i assumed that you knew nought ..http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/37814.html
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Carisbrooke said:
That’s when men were men….And Raven was Mulga 😉
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Carisbrooke said:
Actually I’m Sea Mendez.
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Verushka said:
No I’m Sea mendez.
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Panna Cotta said:
No no, I’m C menez
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Voice said:
And so was I a couple of times. 🙂 Or something similar to Mulga , anyway.
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http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/3828972.html
http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/4112306.html
and also
http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/32784.html
(Just because I’m fond of 15 Feb 2010 9:37:50pm now I came across it again.)
There are a lot more in more depth earlier but googling them is taking too long so I can’t be bothered any more.
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Voice said:
Bother. The “so was I” was supposed to be a response to “Raven was Mulga”.
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Carisbrooke said:
I notice that I was having aback and forth with atomou, too. I was julian london of course…hee hee.
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Voice said:
Excuse me, JL, I must away. Tomorrow is another day.
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Carisbrooke said:
Interesting, you called Afghanistan’s people; Aghanis (their currency), instead of Aghans.
Now I’ve got to see if Sea Mendez where’s the same dress 😉
I was feet Slipper there. A bit bloody confusing
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Carisbrooke said:
Yeah, me too. I’m off searching for Asty.
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Carisbrooke said:
Ah ha, I see that Sea Mendez used the word Afghan. Also say that he is 38…
….to which helvi replied.???
What a weird world.
I’m off to watch a documentary about South American civilisations.
Toodle pip.
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Big M said:
There might be a killing in the next episode! Probably an amphetamine cook, or the armourer for a bikie gang. Stay tuned!
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helvityni said:
Yes, these kind of humorous stories encourage more lovin’ than fightin’…and of course laughin as well.. 🙂
Might even get HOO back to Pigs.
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Hung One On said:
This is so funny H I almost dropped my stubbie, well almost 🙂
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helvityni said:
Thank god it was only almost 🙂
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Big M said:
Terrible grammar in this one, sorry folks!
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gerard oosterman said:
Where? I did not see gramma. 😉
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algernon1 said:
Perhaps a new line of Granny’s wedges.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
I say we sack the editor – asleep at the whorl again.
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