Daily Telegraph - League Central

Good morning Christian.

I am a keen NRL (long suffering sharkie) fan and avid reader of the DT online.  Today's article on Billy was very good however I was irked with a cliche that has spread in footballing circles and appears in your article. The phrase "... has grown another leg this year" is incorrect, and has come from the phrase in reference to the Queenslanders in early State of Origin matches "... seem to grow another foot" this was in height, as opposed to an extra appendage.

The additional height would be seen to be an advantage, as the players become harder to tackle and much stronger (less likely to be coathangered) whereas in nature a superfluous leg is often a hindrance and life is mercifully short.

I have added two photos to better illustrate this.

Kind regards and Keep up the good work.



Neo-Logos of the New Aeon: Modern demonology

Pastramidamus: The pig devil of last nights raving, made from ham, with a crown of pepper and mustard seeds.Sees through time. Sees all.  Whispers in a voice of slough malice.

Salamidamus: almost non-descript pig demon brother of pastramidamus.

Gormon House Gatling G'zine Machine and Galleria,G'et Cetera

It's on again, this Saturday, Gormon House Markets. Get in and Get some Zines!

Gorman House Gatling G'Zine Machine and Galleria (Get Ctera) or the GHGG'ZMG(GTC)

Hello all.
New Zine Stall operating out of the Gorman House Markets called "Gorman House Gatling G'Zine Machine and Galleria (get cetera) or the GHGG'ZMG (GTC)" to coincide with the Ghost of Gorman House's Man Hatin' Matron Poetry Open Mike (GGHMHMPOM) every 2nd saturday of the month.

FAQ

How can i help in such a worthy endeavour?
well Ma'am you can help by providing 1-5 copies of your zine, and your sale price to me in the lead up to the zine stall

what if i know some other people who have a zine but am not on this list of email recipients? can i forward this information on to them without being in breach of some obscure law?
Yes, by all means... in fact, by not passing it on to five people you run the risk of your wish not coming true!

I dont make zines as my arms are flippers, i breathe through a hole in my head and i speak only in high pitched clicks, am i able to visit the stall and perhaps purchase some of your wares (or send land-minions to purchase zines on my behalf and bring them to me without breaching some obscure law)?
Yes, but only if your land-minions pay in earth dollars.

I'm a rabid revolutionary who creates pamphlets that espouse my socio-politico-religionary dogma, can i sell my pamphlets at your stall in the guise of zines?
I dont make the rules, i just doubt it will sell. Yes.

Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit!

A very well educated man once said to me "You stay away from my daughter!"

And if the daughter was Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! then i did not pay him heed, for

Tomorrow night (18th of May) I am the feature poet at Canberra's Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit!

Held at the Phoenix Bar, East Row, Civic, 730 - late

Audience members who mention this blog will get a free slice of cheese.

Parting Shot

The door you closed

Behind your back

Your friend opened hers.

National Folk Festival

So the National Folk Festival was a cracking success!

Performing with the Tragic Troubadours, I poemed and theatred at the crowds of people lining up to get into the ever popular Majestic tent, home of the Canberra Fringe Festival. Most  members of the ambushed audience took kindly to words being flung at them. The Troubadours also performed a wildly successful play (penned by Bela) to a rowdy crowd of 400 headbanging gypsies between the sets of the Crooked Fiddle Band and Flap!.

I performed two blackboard sets at the Tantric Turtle chai tent (special mention to Lila, who endured 25 hours of silence designed to raise awareness of Invisible Children [African child soldiers].  Thanks for the chai and your words. Josh)

I also competed in the International Wear Pajamas Day edition of Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! (also in the Majestic) where my poem "My breakfast served the Khmer Rouge" was fed to the massed philistines who ate it up but were left with an unsatisfying taste of pun in their mouth.