Written by Big M

Foodge had spent the morning trying to make four leaf clovers and love hearts in cappuccino froth. He’s progressively become more discombobulated as the morning progressed. Mervette was suddenly at his side vigorously wiping over beer taps and flushing stale beer through the overflow trays. “Mate, you’ve got a face like a dropped pie!”
“Yeah, yes.” Mumbled Foodge. “I feel like I’m missing time, I mean, there’s a huge gap in my diary…nothing for three weeks, then there was a news story this morning, about MI5 catching paedophiles. The thing is, I feel like I’ve met the agent in charge, and the street looked familiar, even though I’ve never been to England.”
“Ah, yes, it’s just Deja Vu, you know, the brain detects vaguely familiar patterns and makes sense of them by creating some sort of story.” Mervette pulled out a middy glass. “You wanna a swift half for morning tea?”
“Well, why not, it might settle down the over active brain.” Foodge thought he saw a fleeting shadow out of the corner of his eye. Was it Gordon O’Donnell?
“You know those coffee patterns are easier to do in a real cup of coffee. That way your skewer drags some coffee up into the froth forming a darker line.”

“Oh, yes, thanks.” Foodge drank his beer in silence. He was suddenly alerted to a news flash on the telly. “A container ship, the Wasted Seamen, has sunk in the Indian Ocean. Three middle aged, male passengers are feared drowned as they are unaccounted for.” Foodge crumpled his brow trying to remember where he’d seen Wasted Seamen before.
Suddenly a familiar face loomed large. “Gidday, Foodge, you’ve got a face like a slapped arse. What’s wrong?” Merv enquired.
“Well it’s all to do with MI5, paedophiles and Wasted Seamen.”
“Why, what have you heard?” Merv looked worried.
“Just the news.”
“Oh, so no one’s said anything?” Merv looked pensive.
“Why would they?”
Their exchange was interrupted by Mervette. “Where have you been all my life?” As she pushed a glass canoe across the bar.
“Right here, sweet heart.” Merv skulled his pint, hoping for a second helping. “That’s something you don’t see every day in Inner Western Cyberia.”
“What’s that?”
“A beautiful lookin’ sheila.” Merv drank the second pint a little more slowly.
“Another silver tongued bastard.” Mervette gave Merv one of her come hither looks. “How about you sit yerself down and we’ll organise some breakfast?”
“I’m not that hungry, I suppose I could put away some scrambled eggs, bacon, chipolatas, tomato, mushrooms, Cumberland sausages, maybe a bit of leftover steak.” The words were barely out of Merv’s mouth when Granny appeared with her famous Pigs Arms Big Breakfast with customary wedges.
Both women fussed over him while Foodge stood behind the coffee machine. He reached over and pulled another beer. “I suppose he deserves all that fuss, but no one’s recognised my existential crisis.” He muttered to himself. “I could have been abducted by aliens for all I know.”

Granny rushed off to attend some wort that she had left on the boil. Mervette placed her hands either side of Merv’s neck. “You’re full of tension, Merv, you really need a massage.” As she worked on a particularly knotty trapezoid. “This might be better performed lying down.”
It was Merv’s turn to feel a stirring in the nether regions.

Had me at the first sentence, Big ! Stunning work ! Must be Spring, eh ?
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And my education just goes on and on.
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Test, why are my comments being moderated
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You ended up in the spam cue for some reason.
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I reckon I used a word that sent it there.
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I think you are right.
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The system goes silly every now and then.
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I assume the ship The Wasted Seamen is part of the Onanist Line.
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Is this heading for an R rating? Can’t wait. The suspense is great.
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I hope so. I only write what they tell me to write.
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I can’t remember if we have had a R rating before.
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Never. Let’s make it a first. I dare not make any suggestions. But I do know that saddles need careful attention.
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I assume the ship The Wasted Seaman is part of the Onanist Line.
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You stole my thunder.
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The climax must be coming soon.
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This is probably the funniest episode of Merv that I have ever read,
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You must have stood for hours filming that traffic. It seems to go on forever.
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Yes I did. Funny how the one type of 4wd kept going past. That’s how it goes I guess.
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Typical Inner Western Cyberian traffic. I guess.
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Is there more than one type of FWD ? Cripes !
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