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The only problem with that theory, I said, was that Paula Abdul was left-handed.
Oh, hi. You just caught me talking to myself. I often like to talk to myself, as it helps to fill in the silences created by the absence of other people. Try it yourself one day.
Well, it's been an eventful week chez Testoni. Did you like the way I used that little French word, even though it was entirely unnecessary? I put it in italics and everything. This is a manifestation of what's known as 'pretentiousness': the wish to appear more important than is justifiable. On this occasion, my efforts are in vain, since even half-witted characters from Neighbours know the word 'chez'. I'm thinking specifically of Lou Carpenter's former wife, Cheryl, who had a pub called 'Chez Chez', a name that I'd imagine was poncy enough to dissuade the average Australian drinker from passing through its faux-Western saloon doors and sampling the house white, which in turn would explain why it was seemingly only patronised by the residents of Ramsay Street.
Ironically cocked.
Where was I? Ah, yes; my eventful week. Rarely has a week been so eventful. I might even go so far as to describe the week gone by as a veritable sequence of events. I will pluck an event from said sequence at random, and pray to the governing bodies of probability that it will be representative of my high-octane adventures. I'm fumbling in my tombola barrel of recent occurrences as I type. I am now drawing my selection, as I type. Now - which is a different 'now' to the one I mentioned a moment ago, due to the passage of time - I am reading the slip of paper that I have picked. As I type, naturally.
So. The event: I browsed for shoes in a shoe shop, but failed to make a purchase.
Pretty exciting stuff, I'm sure you'll agree. Stay tuned to the all-new, oddly-prosaic Happy Squid for more seat-of-your-pants adventures from the land of Testoni.
Oh, hi. You just caught me talking to myself. I often like to talk to myself, as it helps to fill in the silences created by the absence of other people. Try it yourself one day.
Well, it's been an eventful week chez Testoni. Did you like the way I used that little French word, even though it was entirely unnecessary? I put it in italics and everything. This is a manifestation of what's known as 'pretentiousness': the wish to appear more important than is justifiable. On this occasion, my efforts are in vain, since even half-witted characters from Neighbours know the word 'chez'. I'm thinking specifically of Lou Carpenter's former wife, Cheryl, who had a pub called 'Chez Chez', a name that I'd imagine was poncy enough to dissuade the average Australian drinker from passing through its faux-Western saloon doors and sampling the house white, which in turn would explain why it was seemingly only patronised by the residents of Ramsay Street.
Chez Chez in all its bird's-eye view glory. The Ladie's love it.
Ironically cocked.
Where was I? Ah, yes; my eventful week. Rarely has a week been so eventful. I might even go so far as to describe the week gone by as a veritable sequence of events. I will pluck an event from said sequence at random, and pray to the governing bodies of probability that it will be representative of my high-octane adventures. I'm fumbling in my tombola barrel of recent occurrences as I type. I am now drawing my selection, as I type. Now - which is a different 'now' to the one I mentioned a moment ago, due to the passage of time - I am reading the slip of paper that I have picked. As I type, naturally.
So. The event: I browsed for shoes in a shoe shop, but failed to make a purchase.
Pretty exciting stuff, I'm sure you'll agree. Stay tuned to the all-new, oddly-prosaic Happy Squid for more seat-of-your-pants adventures from the land of Testoni.
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