Fun

Didn't work last night so I went up to the supermarket, with my fly undone. Celebrated blogger, Tony the Teacher also had some related 'fun'.

Speaking of fun, meet Queensland cabbie, Bryan Law,

I'm 53 years old. I'm a husband, a father, and a nonviolent social justice activist. I drive a taxi in Cairns for money.

Drives a taxi for money, heh. Bryan, a practitioner of Gandhian nonviolence, is due in court to defend a trespass charge brought by the Commonwealth. Needing help with a defence, Bryan unwisely appeals to master beclowner, Tim Blair, whose readers are only too happy to advise.

Speaking of Blair,

Here’s how blogging works. First you run a site for four or five years, then one day John Malkovich turns up at your house:

Seriously, hit that link for image.

UPDATE : Blair on Virgin's 9/11 farce.

Comments

[steve at the pub]

Drives a taxi for money eh? As opposed to driving a taxi in return for little bit flour, sugar and tea?

Wonder what my chances are of scoring him as driver this morning? Should be lively conversation on the journey, alas Cairns rides are all so short.

[Aussie]

Fly undone? My nightmare, I still check it 3-4 times as I leave the house to be sure, but now I'm getting on a bit I shouldn't be so worried. Do you remember that really old science teacher at DLS who would forget to button his fly? He must have been nearly 70, came out of retirement, had a strong American accent.

[Bruce (Aussie)]

Sorry, wrong signature.

[Griff]

Master beclowner? Tim Blair?

Well, I suppose he's just a tad more amusing than Himmler or Goebbels but, politically, he's on a par with them.

[adrian]

Sorry for the delay Bruce, but that teacher may have been K. Grantham, according to my 1970 Yearbook. However it's only a guess and can't recall him teaching my class.

[Darlene]

Come on, Adrian, Mr.Law knew exactly what he was doing in requesting help from Mr. Blair's readers. They are, after all, as predictable as each other (perhaps I should insert the words "leftoid" and "right-wing fascist" at this point). Of much more interest is your unfortunate trip to the supermarket. I hope the poor young lady at the counter didn't cop an eyeful.