When Worlds Collide

[Andrew Walker]

Concerned with how quick the other two were drinking and also thinking of the sneaky limoncellos he drank in the morning along with his hip flask whilst out on the streets, and now them wanting crafty beer to boot, Izzy decided to try and slow them up a little. So he chose the Riegale Augustus a German craft beer with 8 percent alcohol. He thought to himself this will slow them up. He brought them to the table they all toasted cheers to a yes victory and drank the craft beer with Paddo and Nastasja once again sculling them Izzy was stunned but felt he had no alternative to follow suit.

The young woman felt the rush of the high alcohol beer immediately and yelled at Izzy to fetch them all another one. Izzy was stunned but did as he was told walking to the fridge he spoke to himself saying these fcuking animals, these fcuking pigs are going to drink all my booze. He again chose the Riegale Augustus thinking the 8 percent will at some stage slow them up and if that didn’t he’d have to get the limoncello out sooner than planned.

Izzy returned to the table and they opened the beers, where this time the two now affected by the booze they had downed so quickly and they drank these slowly. The conversation turned to the referendum Izzy bored the two with his reasons for being on the Yes side with tales of his indigenous friends Nastasja had enough of this rubbish very quickly and turned the conversation to those who were voting No. Izzy chimed in with the bloody far right are to blame it’s their fear campaign leading the No vote. Paddo now feeling intoxicated as he had almost finished his second craft beer roared fcuking racists the lot of them that’s what they are finishing the rest of his beer before again roaring fcuking racists nothing more nothing less. Paddo slammed his now empty beer bottle down on the table. The young woman giggled, seeing the two older men getting all wound up was amusing her, she also finished her beer and immediately asked Izzy for another for both herself and Paddo

To be continued

[Andrew Walker]

Izzy once again walked to the fridge and got out another 3 of his Auguste Riegale He muttered to himself they will pad out soon off this shite. He looked at his watch it was approaching 5 snd ge thought he best get himself ready for the footy tonight and that he’s have to order an Uber to shark park in about an hour He sat down and mentioned this to the other two and that they would have to finish up in an hour. He went to his room to get changed.

The young woman and Paddo were not happy with this they had got comfortable drinking Izzy’s free booze and were enjoying themself Nastasja has a plan and she showed PC the bag of ecstasy tablets, dropping two into
his drink she said there will be no Shark Park for Izzy Nastasja andPaddo both had a tablet each and then went out to the balcony to smoke a joint whilst that waited for the ex y to kick in.

Izzy soon emerged from the room dressed in his Roosters jersey cap and scarf. He grabbed his beer and joined the others on the balcony He took a swig of his beer and thought how pleasant it tasted and quickly took another then another He finished the ecstasy laced drink within two minutes, told the others to drink up and went to the fridge and got them all another theee craft beers Paddo and Nastasja chuckled and Paddo commented this is going to
be an interesting evening.

To be continued

[Andrew Walker]

The craft beer snd conversation continued to flow Izzy with the booze and now the ecstasy kicking in was now boring his audience with his travel tales in Japan and the local fisherfolk there Paddo changed the subject back to The Voice and Izzy started yelling how the misinformation campaign was going to be the undoing of this The young Woman was bored and skilled her drink again, and then asked for another drink and he was happy to oblige

As he made his way to the fridge he decided it was time to bring the limoncello out and both Paddo and the young woman were more than happy to sample Izzy’s home brewed limoncello Much to their surprise it was very refreshing and went down smoothly By now they were all intoxicated and affected by the tablets Izzy put some music on a nineties dance album and began to dance like a maniac Paddo and Nastasja just watched on Get up and dance yelled Izzy feel the music pump up the jam They looked at the time it was now well after six and Nastasjas plan was working there would be no Shark Park tonight for Izzy To make sure she got up and danced with Izzy then yelled at Paddo More limoncello we need more limoncello Paddo laughed and filled the glasses and they all toasted to the music

To be continued

[ism22]

With all the mad pingers being passed around, a rave classic called Sandstorm started playing on the punchy speaker system. A fresh-faced DJ with clear ambitions of having a Craig David style beard announced that the song had been requested for a special friend of the house... DJ I.S.E.M.Twenty.Twoooo.

The crowd erupted and people began shuffle dancing on the floor. Paddo teased the ladies (and such minded gentlemen) with some kinky hip gyrations, while Jizzy did a few vertical push-ups before sliding into a skilfully crafted worm dance.

A tall, Croatian (or was it Serbian?) man was spotted sitting at the bar, eyeing off the TAB results. He sighed a deep sigh... indicating that while the winning figure looked pretty solid for his multi (involving an Irish horse, the Bonnyrigg White Eagles and a 5th division, U13s European soccer team), the reality (though still possible) was looking rather grim.

[Andrew Walker]

With the limoncello flowing freely and music blaring the party in Izzy’s Paddington pad was really swinging Izzy by now was pulling out all sorts of strange moves which had Nastasja in fits of laughter and even Paddo was now dancing away A neighbour came banging on the door complaining about the noise but Izzy now full of Auguste Riegale Limoncello and ecstasy slammed the door in the middle aged womens face and cranked the music full blast with Groove Is In The Heart playing followed by Rhythm In The Night whilst Izzy danced away the other two snuck out for another joint

It was then Izzy realised thd time had now passed 7 and went into a panic thinking of how to get rid of the other two and get to Shark Park Izzy decided it wasn’t worth the bother and that they could all watch it there or even at a local pub. After all he thought it’s not often he has such lively company if any when he drank He was usually holed up alone in his msn cave playing online games. He thought he should enjoy the company, the other two came back in and Izzy poured more fresh Linoncello and suggested they head to a local pub to watch the footy All were Roosters supporters and were keen to watch the game so all agreed

They decided they would go to The Four In Hand as Nastasja said she was good friends with the doormen and bar staff there and they’d have no problem getting in and being served. She ring and booked them a table near the TV Izzy went inside to change again and that was the opportunity to throw another pill in his limoncello Paddo and Nastasja also had another Paddo yelled that will keep us going through the show Nastasja giggled knowing the reference and said cmon Izzy it’s time to go Izzy came out with a jacket on finished his spiked limoncello and they all headed off to The Four In Hand

TBC

[ism22]

Our old mate Tony the Yugoslav began furiously tapping away on his phone, then finally released a bit of steam in the form of his iconic line... 'faaaaarken!!!' Though the White Eagles had fought hard to get on top of Sydney United (partly due to some assistance from United's goal keeper's tragic luck, having twice rather awkwardly fumbled the ball backwards into his goalbox), his Irish horse was going to need a miracle to catch the leading horse, which was a good 200m ahead.

Suddenly, a miracle occurred. By a pure freak of nature, the horse that was favoured to win the race pulled up 10m short of the line and started chewing on a milk thistle on the side of the track. Its rider was theatrically quite shocked as the Irish horse made up 200m and took the trophy. As the race unfolded, Tony was heard happily celebrating with a loud 'YES.... YES... YES..... FAAAAARKEN... WHOOOOOOOO... WE WON, FAAAARKEN!!!! WE FAAAARKEN WON!!!!'

Not only had old mate cleaned up with his side hustle of selling 'girl guide cookies' at the discotheque, the money he'd wisely invested in his horse and soccer team's performance had paid off. With the night still young, it was time to collect what was rightfully his from that faaaarken crook Tom Waterhouse... faaarken... before evaluating what else this city had to offer a man with newfound wealth.

[Andrew Walker]

The unlikely trio crossed Oxford Street and headed down Elizabeth St towards the pub. Izzy was talking loudly with Paddo about human rights abuses in Ukraine whilst Paddo retorted it was MSM rubbish and that these were nothing but Nazis from the Azov battalion. The discussion turned heated and the young woman gave Izzy a slap in the face and told them both to shut the Fcuk up as they were nearing the pub and didn’t want them to be heard for worry of being refused entry. She also knew Mamoudou the doorman from Burkina Faso well and did not want these two fools embarrassing her. The thought of not being allowed in for a drink instantly shut Izzy up, but Paddo mumbled on about those bastard Nazis in the Ukraine.

A few minutes later they arrived at the pub Nastasja was greeted warmly by Mamoudou, but looked menacingly at the other two he realised the older man was harmless but did not like the look of the strange bald headed chap, the girl told him they were both fine and were knew found aquaintances. They walked in the door and took their seats near the tv. The screen flashed to the Roosters dressing room where they showed Robbo deep in discussion with Sam Walker Fire him up Robbo roared Izzy Nastasja responded you’ll be fired straight out the door if you don’t calm down FGS wait till the game starts now make yourself useful and get the drinks in I will get next round Meanwhile Paddo was surveying the pub apart from the new trendy decor nothing much had changed since he was once a regular here over forty years ago. Izzy came back with three pints of craft beer and they sat down at their table awaiting the teams to take the field.

TBC

[Paddo Colt 61]

It was the day following the referendum and it was a jubilant group that gathered in the VIP room at the Dapto RSL all hopeful of supplementing their wages but caring little either way because NO has come home with a wet sail. "You win some but you lose more" was anathema to most of them. The Tele had pronounced gambling warnings "woke" and the boys were in full agreement even though Plodder had once mentioned that Rupert Murdoch had huge gambling interests. The Plod wasn't among them as it turned out, he'd had something of an epiphany in the days leading up to the vote, a Damascene conversion of sorts, and when in came to a point, had not been able to draw on his LNP mantra of "every man for himself and the devil take the hindmost" when he uncharacteristically reflected on the reality that the hindmost were clearly and tragically so far behind everyone else. In truth he had decided to change his friendship group and turn up the MSM.

For others the mood was jubilant. Rocko and Trackie felt that the Potato had had a deserved victory at last. That little shit stain Albanese had got his comeuppance. Neither thought that the ALP had any right to exist in Australia. They were pretty sure that the LNP had given them Medicare, the NDIS, Superannuation, Workers' Comp and pensions of every stripe". Anyway, they knew that the ALP was woke" to man, Abo and Muzzie lovers to boot and both of them had taken comfort from John Howard's stridency on the matter because he was, without doubt, the best PM evah! Neither cared that the referendum concession was minimal, the referendum was not the point, it was a Tory win that mattered most.

Handy walked in around lunch time, ordered his usual Chicken Parmi and went over to join in the jubilation. His was a different campaign, a more principled one, in which he sided with indigenous acquaintances who saw the Voice gesture as tokenism but what he didn't quite reconcile was that in the wash up 90% of indigenous were Yes voters. He hoped to Christ that he hadn't done the wrong thing.

A cheer went up a little after 8pm when three old duffers in bikie drag signed in. All three were in colours, two from the Finks and one, in jubilant spirits, with Fourth Reich insignia. The Finks were a nasty duo with a record of 2 outing anyone who even looked slightly indigenous and the manager soon appeared to have a quiet word. The third, to sustained cheering, held up an edition of a tabloid with he headline "It was the Tele wot won it".

Jack the Ripper of 4th Reich fame was known in bikie circles as something of an intellectual and it was often said that he had a PhD in media studies with a special interest in the editorial line of News Ltd but he was also a good time Charlie whose first call was on the DJ with a request for anything by Gloria Gaynor. At the opening bars he was straight onto the disco round arms pumping. At this point no woman was safe but at least the boys could momentarily forget that most of their week's wages were gone.

[Andrew Walker]

The three sat at the table and Paddo could really feel the Eccies kicking in along with the copious amount of booze he’d drank. He slurred to Izzy and Nastasja I’m tellin youse Suaalii is the man who will do it for us tonight Izzy responded nah Sammy Walker is the man, Nastasja said Lindsay Collins would be the one to lead the way he is a true leader she said. The teams took the field and Izzy started clapping and yelling Roosters Roosters Roosters the other two shook their heads.

Paddo let out an almighty roar as Suaalii crossed the line early saying see I told youse, only for him to be put back in his place when the try was disallowed for a shepherd Izzy chimed in they just hate us they don’t want us to win. Relax hurry up and drink your beers said the young woman It’s my round. Izzy needed no invitation to drink up and sculled half a pint. Paddo was struggling with his and he thought to himself these two are alcoholics, but he mustered the strength to drink up. Nastasja went and got the drinks, not long after the Sharks crashed over things were not going well but none of them were worried, aside from Paddo who knew it was his round next he shuddered at what the cost of three pints of craft beer would be and if his retired school teachers pension could afford it

The three found themselves getting incredibly frustrated at the dropped ball and the F bombs were now dropping every few minutes. Hold the effing ball said Izzy Paddo chimed in Sharks are utter shite just catch the ball we will win. Nastasja was watching in disgust and said right now they couldn’t catch a cold. Izzy and Paddo laughed, not long after half time came about it was 0-6 but they were all hopeful

TBC

[Paddo Colt 61]

We shouldn't leave our RSL story without mentioning Trackie's principled position on other matters. What had driven a ordinary bloke on wages to the front rank of Right wing reaction? The Tele had helped of course and other mates like Carlo but it was Dad who had been his main inspiration. Dad hated Unions with a passion. "If I ever catch you joinin' that Commo bunch you'll get my boot right up ya arse" he'd threaten after giving the wife the rounds of the table after the pub. Dad's insistence was that a man's wage was matter between him and the boss and third parties weren't welcome. "If ya good enough, front up man to man and tell him your real worth, ya don't need no other bastard buttin' in". Johnny Howard had, remarkably, used almost the same words years later but the dopey punters foolishly rejected their golden opportunity to embrace Work Choices.

It was advice that Tracks later followed, bursting, one afternoon, into the HR department demanding to see the boss. A young clerk not long out of school said that there wasn't anyone available but he had been directed to tell anyone who asked that if they didn't like the conditions they were free to leave. Tracks quietly left the room thinking that things must have been different back in the day.

And, indeed they had been. Dad had worked for 30 years at James Hardy Asbestos until the dust finally scuppered him. The few blokes who had belonged to the Union got handsome compensation but the boss told dad that since his employment had begun after the 31st of whenever, nothing could be done for him. "Those fcukn' Unions", he fulminated, "wantin' business to pay for everything. If I ever catch you....".

He was a stubborn old bastard but he had his principles and Trackie, frequently on unemployment benefits, was determined to live up to them. He even paid the $20K that Robodebt said he owed.

[mightyrooster]

I was just going to say the latest entries in this thread have given me a bit of a giggle. But Paddo you ruined it with your last little political spiel. Stick to the stories.

[Paddo Colt 61]

I was just going to say the latest entries in this thread have given me a bit of a giggle. But Paddo you ruined it with your last little political spiel. Stick to the stories.

It was part of the story, the story of so many working class Tories on this site. I'm just holding up a mirror. It's about a die hard allegiance to a political party at the expense of one's own economic interests. It's pretty much unfathomable unless you know a particular type of Aussie - the blow hard, derivative, meathead type - the NO voter.

As a country girl, I'd imagine that your political inclination is essentially reactionary, meaning that a fear of change is is not far below the surface. I'm not suggesting, however, that you are a "Trackie" sort of character, you're more intelligent than that.

[mightyrooster]

It was part of the story, the story of so many working class Tories on this site. I'm just holding up a mirror. It's about a die hard allegiance to a political party at the expense of one's own economic interests. It's pretty much unfathomable unless you know a particular type of Aussie - the blow hard, derivative, meathead type - the NO voter.

As a country girl, I'd imagine that your political inclination is essentially reactionary, meaning that a fear of change is is not far below the surface. I'm not suggesting, however, that you are a "Trackie" sort of character, you're more intelligent than that.

It wasn't done in story-telling mode. More like an editorial. Thanks for the compliment. I think. No I'm not the reactionary type, not in the way you think anyway. If you mean I reacted in a very negative way to everything Abbott did then you'd be right. I dislike what he stands for immensely.

[Paddo Colt 61]

On the subject on Country boys and girls, I haven't seen anything from the Count for a while. I miss his acerbic wit.

[mightyrooster]

On the subject on Country boys and girls, I haven't seen anything from the Count for a while. I miss his acerbic wit.

I don’t think the Count is a country boy somehow.