saturday morning stuff

Lovely day today.
The sun is out and it is nice and warm.
Went to the Baptist Church market this morning and got some fresh garden peas in the pod and a rock melon for $1.
the chap selling them told me he has pens for 300 calves (?) and when they come out of there after winter they grow all there veges there over the summer.
so being followed all around town with the lovely smell of melon exuding from my shopping bag.
and Ichiselled a  mint Charlie Parker 2 CD set of a lady who walked behind me one day while I was busking and blew horrible rasperries. karma.
nifty article on Charlie Watts in the dompost this morning.
he digs Charlie Parker too.
gotta love the boogie woogie.
He was a great drummer.
Him and Ringo Starr set the bar for the rest of the history of pop music.
Charlie was a devotee of the great Elvin Jones and who knows where Ringo got the drive from.
Charlie had the loveliest shuffle and an ineffable backbeat that couldn't be beat!
hi five dude.
And Ringo kept time like a metronome.
whoever says Ringo couldn't drum wouldn't have a clue.
Alan Bollard copping some flack in the rag this morning too.
He has a penchant for pedagogy and didacticism and he feels to much for the proles who supposedly are economically rational people but keep digging holes for themselves with their bourgeois avarice.
hahahahahahahahahahaha.
you know. the ones who take their adding machines to bed with them at nights and get under the covers with a torch and take them apart seeing if they can alter the laws of compound interest.
I see  German Prince Kiril has been drinking too much champagne and not reading enough history.
Or at least the stuff that makes sense.
too much hagiography weakens the brain dood.
Watched the Prairie Home Companion last night.
very funny.
had to keep swapping backwards and forwards from the chiefs game where they only just scraped in?
how hip is that?
anyway, what do you get if you mix holy water with castor oil? a religious movement.
and how do you tell a communist: someone who has read marx and lenin.
how do you tell an anti communist: someone who understands marx and lenin.
and how do you tell a district councillor: you cant tell them anything.

those were the days my friend.
we thought they'd never end.
we'd live forever and a day...

and President Sarkozy of France.
5****dude.
its not your job to be nice to wet behind the ears journalists.
what a creepy little trick sending a prissy little prig juvenile after you and then complaining about it because you never wiped his bottom for him.
mon dieu!
hahahahahahahaha.
artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
and remember: no matter where you go there you are.
and this stuff'l probably kill ya lets do another line.
you'll probably see someone ya know on heart attack and vine...