When Worlds Collide

[Andrew Walker]

Izzy was excited and in spite of 2 bedtime limoncellos he could not sleep. He briefly thought of a third but decided against as he had to drive up to Sydney for the weekend and was staying in his Paddington Pad. He was off to Shark Park, but what really excited him was the volunteer work he was undertaking on Saturday and Sunday morning. Izzy with other like minded people was walking the streets of Paddington and it’s surrounds handing out pamphlets to garner support for the Yes vote for the upcoming voice referendum, and was looking forward to hitting the streets where he thought he could make a difference. He double checked his bag to make sure all was packed, fortunately for him he did so as much to his shock he had discovered he had not packed his black facemask with YES written in red and yellow on it. He was now ready for bed.

Meanwhile In Sydney PC was also struggling to sleep. He too had a busy day as he was also planning to hit the streets handing out yes pamphlets. He though was filled with trepidation and was worried whom he would be coupled with for the weekend. He’d heard stories that prominent Yes voters in his local area such as Malcolm and Lucy Turnbull along with Dave Sharma and Allegra Spender were also hitting the streets doing the same. The thought of being coupled with one of those people filled him with dread and made him head to the fridge and crack open another can of KB. Paddo was hoping to be coupled with someone younger and someone who would share the same ideology as himself., someone he could influence and mould into a good socialist, not the likes of Turnbull, Sharma, or Spender. At times knowing they were supporting the same cause made him question himself if he was really on the right side. Deep down in his heart of hearts he knew his political heroes Mao, Putin and Xi Jinping would oppose this voice. He found himself deeply troubled and unable to sleep, he peered out his window and down the deserted Begg Lane. He had no idea of what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued

[ism22]

Here's a tune for you while you enjoy some 2023 vintage limoncello made from exotic Vietnamese proof alcohol (legally imported tax-free by my fabulous in-laws, using some 'vinegar' bottles) and local Belcompton lemons

[ism22]

PS - I've got some 'vote yes' corflutes if you like. While I support the cause, somebody had ~500 large ones to give away and I use corflutes to decorate the mancave (after re-printing them as my own posters). Thus, I jumped at the chance.

FWIW I also possess Zed's leftover corflutes (somebody dumped them at the greenshed), a big poster of Karl Marx (from Vietnam - some bald 'Murrican sex tourist threatened to kill me for buying it), a fully restored gondola from Wonderland (fitted out with a gaming TV) and a swooping magpie sign.

[Andrew Walker]

PS - I've got some 'vote yes' corflutes if you like. While I support the cause, somebody had ~500 large ones to give away and I use corflutes to decorate the mancave (after re-printing them as my own posters). Thus, I jumped at the chance.

FWIW I also possess Zed's leftover corflutes (somebody dumped them at the greenshed), a big poster of Karl Marx (from Vietnam - some bald 'Murrican sex tourist threatened to kill me for buying it), a fully restored gondola from Wonderland (fitted out with a gaming TV) and a swooping magpie sign.

Somebody’s been hitting the craft beer and limoncello today

[ism22]

Somebody’s been hitting the craft beer and limoncello today

Just got back from the Commonwealth Club where I enjoyed a few bottles of Grange, a Dannemann and a highbrow discussion about the referendum and contemporary geopolitics.

Saw Sticky chewing on his Winne Blues flavoured gum while knocking back some Tooheys New with Meninga as part of Wighton's farewell shindig.

Not quite the Tattersalls, but a decent night out every so often.

[Andrew Walker]

Izzy was excited and in spite of 2 bedtime limoncellos he could not sleep. He briefly thought of a third but decided against as he had to drive up to Sydney for the weekend and was staying in his Paddington Pad. He was off to Shark Park, but what really excited him was the volunteer work he was undertaking on Saturday and Sunday morning. Izzy with other like minded people was walking the streets of Paddington and it’s surrounds handing out pamphlets to garner support for the Yes vote for the upcoming voice referendum, and was looking forward to hitting the streets where he thought he could make a difference. He double checked his bag to make sure all was packed, fortunately for him he did so as much to his shock he had discovered he had not packed his black facemask with YES written in red and yellow on it. He was now ready for bed.

Meanwhile In Sydney PC was also struggling to sleep. He too had a busy day as he was also planning to hit the streets handing out yes pamphlets. He though was filled with trepidation and was worried whom he would be coupled with for the weekend. He’d heard stories that prominent Yes voters in his local area such as Malcolm and Lucy Turnbull along with Dave Sharma and Allegra Spender were also hitting the streets doing the same. The thought of being coupled with one of those people filled him with dread and made him head to the fridge and crack open another can of KB. Paddo was hoping to be coupled with someone younger and someone who would share the same ideology as himself., someone he could influence and mould into a good socialist, not the likes of Turnbull, Sharma, or Spender. At times knowing they were supporting the same cause made him question himself if he was really on the right side. Deep down in his heart of hearts he knew his political heroes Mao, Putin and Xi Jinping would oppose this voice. He found himself deeply troubled and unable to sleep, he peered out his window and down the deserted Begg Lane. He had no idea of what tomorrow would bring.

To be continued

PART 2

It was 3.30am in Canberra and the alarm was buzzing. Izzy awoke and immediately sprung to his feet. He was excited for the day ahead but at the same time a little worried about the drive up to Sydney, and was wondering if the two bedtime limoncellos along with the eight home brews that he consumed between lunch and dinner might see him over the limit. He was pleased with himself for not having the third limoncello, and he thought after a hearty breakfast he would be ok.
Forty five minutes later he began his journey to Sydney. It was not without a scare though as entering the car he realised he had forgotten not only his bottles of home brew but the limoncello and dannemann cigars. Driving up he began to worry if his alcohol intake was beginning to affect his memory as last night it was the mask he almost forgot and this morning the booze and cigars. It was an uneventful drive up to Sydney and he arrived a few hours later at his Paddington pad. He freshened up and debated whether to have a cup of coffee or a cheeky glass of morning limoncello before heading off to the meeting point at Paddington RSL at 9am. Izzy decided on both along with a bite to eat which consisted of some stale Jatz that were left over from his last stay with cheese and tomato on top.

In Begg Lane Paddington it was 8am and the alarm was buzzing Paddo reached over to turn it off but missed and fell out of the bed banging his head on the table. Stunned by this he took a moment to recover then finally switch the ear damming squall of his alarm which was programmed with the Chinese National Anthem. Normally Paddo liked waking to this but after a dozen KBs last night and in the early hours of the morning, today it was an unpleasant awakening. He looked across the bedroom seeing the cans of KB littered across the floor along with the last nights reading, that being the latest edition of the Communist Times. His head was throbbing and he desperately searched for the panadeine forte, which he found and had three. He thought to himself all will be well soon. He showered made himself some breakfast and then began the short walk to Paddington RSL.

To be continued

[A Country Member]

Tuesday means washing day, his weekly chore. This task was even more tiresome after the week he just had. It was now four days in the same undies, and he had a problem. He’d washed his whites with his reds and they were now pinks.

It all started after a depressing day at the track on Satdee doing his arse on the punt. Mistakenly, he tried to resurrect his day by devouring three kebabs, (one lamb, one chicken and one felafel with extra garlic sauce) which promptly sent his guts churning and negated any recovering sleep he might’ve enjoyed.

Sunday was spent wallowing on the couch wondering where his life is heading. Grabbing the remote, he tuned into his mother lover, Peta. She aroused a desire in him that belied his adopted name. He considered heading down to the Hellfire Club, for a whipping just like the horses he so loves, but then his phoned beeped with a message. He suspended his salacious thoughts of Credlin in silks whipping his hairy balls for a moment.

Hmm. It was a number he recognised but had deleted its name a long time ago. They wanted a quarter, in an hour if possible? Normally Andy wouldn’t do deals on Sunday night, family night, but he was brassic. Andy texted back “Sure, same place as always” and sprung up from the couch and grabbed his cricket kit bag and made for the van.

He climbed in to the back of the van and disrobed. The funk that rose from the trackies offended him. He didn’t like that type of music. It was too..

As he stood there in his lucky red g-string, gazing at his garments he was about the adorn, he muttered some gibberish to himself. “Where’s my tea cosy?” He bent down and unfurled the cloak readying himself for his presentation. He opened the urn and poured the brew. He was ready.

[Andrew Walker]

PART 2

It was 3.30am in Canberra and the alarm was buzzing. Izzy awoke and immediately sprung to his feet. He was excited for the day ahead but at the same time a little worried about the drive up to Sydney, and was wondering if the two bedtime limoncellos along with the eight home brews that he consumed between lunch and dinner might see him over the limit. He was pleased with himself for not having the third limoncello, and he thought after a hearty breakfast he would be ok.
Forty five minutes later he began his journey to Sydney. It was not without a scare though as entering the car he realised he had forgotten not only his bottles of home brew but the limoncello and dannemann cigars. Driving up he began to worry if his alcohol intake was beginning to affect his memory as last night it was the mask he almost forgot and this morning the booze and cigars. It was an uneventful drive up to Sydney and he arrived a few hours later at his Paddington pad. He freshened up and debated whether to have a cup of coffee or a cheeky glass of morning limoncello before heading off to the meeting point at Paddington RSL at 9am. Izzy decided on both along with a bite to eat which consisted of some stale Jatz that were left over from his last stay with cheese and tomato on top.

In Begg Lane Paddington it was 8am and the alarm was buzzing Paddo reached over to turn it off but missed and fell out of the bed banging his head on the table. Stunned by this he took a moment to recover then finally switch the ear damming squall of his alarm which was programmed with the Chinese National Anthem. Normally Paddo liked waking to this but after a dozen KBs last night and in the early hours of the morning, today it was an unpleasant awakening. He looked across the bedroom seeing the cans of KB littered across the floor along with the last nights reading, that being the latest edition of the Communist Times. His head was throbbing and he desperately searched for the panadeine forte, which he found and had three. He thought to himself all will be well soon. He showered made himself some breakfast and then began the short walk to Paddington RSL.

To be continued

PART 3
As Paddo walked up Oxford St the panadeine forte along with the half a joint left over from last night that he had just smoked began to kick in. Headache subsiding he was beginning to feel good. He turned to the other side of the street where he noticed a rather odd looking character in a beige suit, white shirt with large black shoes wearing a black mask with YES written in red and yellow on it. He stopped waiting for this character thinking he must be heading to the RSL. Paddo introduced himself as did the rather odd looking character They began small talk and made their way to the meeting point at the front of the RSL.

They were a little early yet there were still half a dozen or so people who had already arrived Both Izzy and PC smiled thinking they might get a turn out of over 20 people As the minutes ticked by another half dozen turned up, and they were both a little disappointed. Paddos disappointment disappeared very quickly when he saw a young lady who looked to be in her early 20s with long tawny brown hair, good figure, good set of tits, and a beautiful face turn up. She was dressed in a black skirt with red and gold patterns around it and a black shirt with power to the people written on the back she also had what Paddo thought was a very cool carry bag over her shoulder. Paddo considering himself ever the ladies man instantly stopped talking to Izzy and made a quick beeline for the young woman .He introduced himself and the young woman extended her hand and introduced herself saying pleased to meet you my name is Nsatasja. This made Paddo stand to attention in more ways then one. A Russian he thought what a dream come true. Paddo made light conversation as he was a good talker and the young woman reciprocated back, she was being pleasant to the older man as in some ways he reminded her of her recently deceased Dedushka ( grand father ) Paddo suggested they hit the streets together, the young woman was hesitant whilst she had already developed a soft spot for the aging man she didn’t want to give out the wrong impression, so she was non commital

Izzy was watching on and as a Father of a teenage girl he found it disturbing, he thought Paddo was almost drooling over the young woman. Considering himself ever the gentleman, he decide to come over and introduce himself as well in an attempt to save the young woman. Paddo was furious at this but bit his tongue as he did not want to do anything which would see the young woman see him in a bad light. As this was happening a quite a few more people showed up the most noticeable of those being Allegra Spender along with a few of her female cohorts

It was now well past 9am and Spender considering herself a natural leader began to seperate people into groups of two and give them routes to patrol. She noticed Paddo Izzy and the young woman together and was not quite sure what to make of it all and whether they were friends or even family, She thought possibly Father son and GranDaughter she decided she would join these three and couple herself with the young girl and couple Paddo and Izzy together. They were doing the route on Oxford St starting from the Town Hall all the way up to the Light Brigade Hotel and would work opposite sides of the street. Paddo was furious but was wily enough to this time suggest they swap at certain times of the day so they could all better get to know one another. Paddo had no interest in spending time or getting to know Spender, but he was prepared to do this in order to spend some more time with the charming young woman with the Russian name. He had so many questions and topics of conversation he wished to share, but was rudely interrupted by Izzy. They set off on their way along Oxford St

To be continued

[Jacks Fur Coat]

Conrat...you deleted your post about PC61 paddling Country Member on the butt tales?

What happened?

[Paddo Colt 61]

I object to the old perv implication. I never, ever ask beautiful young women to do something that they don't want to do.

[Andrew Walker]

I object to the old perv implication. I never, ever ask beautiful young women to do something that they don't want to do.

OH PC nowhere has this wonderful tale said or implied you have asked the stunning Nastasja to do something they don’t want to do. This tale is nowhere near complete and without wanting to spoil it for anyone I think you will be a little happier after the next part is written

[Paddo Colt 61]

What? Nastassja falls for the fortune telling caper? Such are dreams made of. I was besotted by Nastassja Kinski back in the day but she went off and married that loser Quincey Jones. Best Tess of the D'Urbervilles ever.

Great writer Thomas Hardy. I've read 'em all.

[Jacks Fur Coat]

I object to the old perv implication. I never, ever ask beautiful young women to do something that they don't want to do.

Old Bean, the only young women wanting to spend time with you require a fetish for diaper replacement.

[Jacks Fur Coat]

This threads had more deletions than an Airbus Albo document released under FOI.

[Paddo Colt 61]

[QUOTE=Jacks Fur Coat; Old Bean, the only young women wanting to spend time with you require a fetish for diaper replacement.

Though I don't quite understand the allusion Jack (youth doesn't quite tally with incontinence) I do understand the sentiment. Oh, but there was a time.... I could be Chris Dawson you know - there but for the grace of God.
I'm talking about getting a game with Newtown of course not the schoolgirl stuff.

Remember that old Paul Hayward joke? Didya hear? Hayward got sentenced, he got another two years with Newtown.