Wednesday, 22nd November.
Meet the landlord
Now this has nothing to do with anything, but let's just see
how many people at Logica have the same name as some famous
Hmm, there's a John Howard (he's the Prime Minister, for those
of you who haven't noticed), let's see if there's a Paul
Keating...no, there's a Seamus but no Paul. How about Dennis
Walter? No. Then again some people would debate as to whether he
is a famous Australian. (My favourite Dennis Walter moment came when
he was still host of the nightly Keno draw, and he used to read out
the numbers like a bingo caller, "legs 11", "22 two little ducks"
and all that. Then came the classic: "69 having a good time".
Jesualenko? No, no Jesualenkos. There's a Jerka Jenkins.
Ooooh, there's a Lee Murray, so close to a Les Murray. (I'm talking
about the soccer pundit, not the "famous" poet. Hey, don't get
Anyway, tonight I met with the landlord at James'
place. (Apparently my moving in is not a done deal.) He's the kind
of bloke that went to the right school and has done well for
himself. You'll all be proud of me, I kept a straight face through
the entire thing, even when he made reference to my earlier
statement about not wanting to move in with pot heads, except he
referred to them as "hop heads". OK, perhaps it's not that
amusing, but I was smiling on the inside.
Should find out tomorrow if I'm going to be given the green
light. Or red light. Or the amber light (amber light: stop if it's
safe to do so, or as I once heard, "go like all buggery").