It could be the chocolate fondue fountain, it could be the incessant grating of carrots, it could be the groans from Apocalypse Soon, or it could be that Dr On Mars has been watching far too many ancient Greco-Roman-Kebab-a-rama-BBQ-tuna-esque tall tales beamed in by satellite from the back of a semi-trailer three-point-five kilometres south of Broken Hill. Just sayin’. Soooo, anyway, enjoy your Easter Sunday, friends, and all the hot cross bunnies you can eat, or kiss better – they’re crabby little buggers, aren’t they?
What can it be about water coolers that attracts people, I wonder? Perhaps it’s the cool, blue water (blue?). Perhaps it’s the loveliness of a refreshing cold drink in summer. Perhaps it’s just the irresistible tuna flavour. Whatever it is, I’m queuing up for my turn, and if I learn to conga, samba, salsa, tango on the way, then so be it – I’ll be a fandangoing feline and proud of it.
Who doesn’t love a zombie? No, really, who? I try not to watch The Walking Dead but it’s like a train wreck, I cannot look away despite the nightmares and an overwhelming desire to nail the doors and windows shut and enrol in the Katanas for Fun, Pleasure and Self-Defence course at the Martian Club. So anyhoo, tuna brains – anyone tried them lately. No, me neither. Let’s all go out for beer and crackers and some crunchy cheese toast afterwards. Love, Last & All Zombie Associates xox
No, I confess, I have never attended a Star Wars film event, though I have watched the series. Given the dimensions of some of the costumes and the placement of feet upon unsuspecting felines’ tails, justified my reticence surely is. I have one simple question: are we certain that Darth is Luke’s father? Are we really, fretting fans? Just asking. Respectfully and with Leia adoration, Last, xxx