Over the weekend, me and the gang - or rather the gang and me - set about moving furniture from Ammy and Treacle's flat to what will now be Ammy and Treacle's house. We've done a fair few moves in our time here in Australia and as always I try my best to be helpful but more often than not just get in the way. I did offer vague assistance with the moving of a fridge (no tiny skateboard this time) but was relieved when Monster Noggin arrived to help maneuver the thing up some stairs. I'm not known for my strength, coordination or balance so moving a massive fridge is not really on my list of skills. But this isn't about the fridge. This isn't even really about furniture at all. This is about gas. And I'm not talking dried apricots. Actual don't-light-a-match style gas. We'd all caught a whiff of the gas in the corridor by the flat but hadn't thought that much of it because Ammy said she'd smelt the gas before and reported it to the estate agents. We continued moving furniture, going up and down in the lift, back and forth in the car and we continued to smell the gas. We even joked at one point that it was the gas that was making us all giggly and weird. It wasn't that kind of gas either. It just so happens that we're all giggly and weird. So when we'd finished moving we forgot about the gas. Mystical Roo, Monster Noggin and I decided to hit the beach for a surf. Monster Noggin had a new wetsuit to break in, Mystical Roo is officially addicted to surfing and I had a book that needed reading. So when we drove past the flat we were intrigued to see the presence of a fire engine and about four firemen lurking outside. We all exchanged knowing nods. It was the gas! Whilst we were out at the beach, Treacle returned to the flat to lock up and pumped the firemen for information. Apparently someone else - not us - had moved out about a week ago and knocked a gas tap or something on the way out. Gas had just been pumping out for about a week. So we really had been smelling a gas leak! The moral of this story? Never trust gas. Gas, in its various forms, is rarely a good thing. If something smells funky - blame it on the gas!
25 October 2011
22 October 2011
The Lizard Groweth
I've previously made mention of the lizard who lives in reception. We think he works for management as he spends a lot of time in their office. Anyway, the lizard hasn't been seen for a while. Months in fact. But the lizard made himself well and truly known on Friday afternoon. A new member of staff was doing the hoovering, dragging around the hoover of doom and then came in to announce that a massive lizard had just appeared. The lizard wizard! Why we hadn't seem him in so long. But evidently he's been living in reception all this time...and eating a lot of something. Because the lizard has grown somewhat since we last saw him. Maybe that's why we don't have an issue with flies. Maybe that's why the biscuit barrel depletes at a speedy rate. The lizard has been gorging and the lizard has been growing. He disappeared under a desk and we tried to lure him out but the lizard was having none of it. We'd obviously disturbed him with the hoover and he'd popped out to make his presence known. Then he scarpered. So the lizard still lives in reception. The lizard continues to lurk. But will he continue to grow? Will we eventually be faced with a dinosaur like lizard. Watch this space!
17 October 2011
International Trolley Dude Code
There have been a number of Trolley Dude spottings of late. He's back and badder than ever. Trolley Dude totally has his groove back. There's no sign of any other Trolley Dude imposters, Trolley Dude isn't hiding under hats or skulking around. Trolley Dude has his crown back and he's loving it. He's been on top form, chasing after trolleys, whipping them into line and basically putting on a show for all to see. I'd even go so far as to say Trolley Dude has been doing Trolley Stunts. He's been riding the trolleys. Setting the trolleys off on a roll and the clambering atop them. Balancing on the trolleys. He's telling the world that he is the trolley master. Now we're all too nervous to actually approach Trolley Dude but we've developed a code to let each other know that Trolley Dude has been spotted. We can silently acknowledge a Trolley Dude sighting and in turn show our appreciation for the Trolley Dude that none of us can talk to. It's a hand gesture, one you might see at a rock concert. Or a Trolley Dude convention. Make a fist, extend index finger and pinky, rotate wrist from side to side and silently think "duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude". That is the Trolley Dude code. What I like to think of as the international Trolley Dude code. When one stumbles across a Trolley Dude it's important to follow the code. Every time I see my Trolley Dude (yes I've claimed him) I use the sign. I tell the world that I've seen the Trolley Dude. Those who know the code - Mystical Roo and Monster Noggin - will return the gesture. They'll acknowledge Trolley Dude in all his Trolley Dude glory. It's an art.
13 October 2011
Little Stalky's Spring Garden

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