Monthly Archives: March 2011

Hiking Angry gives Inkling of Discography Illuminosity

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Cover of "Scarred For Life"

Cover of Scarred For Life

As we walked back to meet the others we saw an Assault and Battery, and it inspired Angry to sing that it felt good to be Out Of This Place, but he intended to heed All The Lessons he’d learnt, and as for any pent-up feelings: he’d just Let It Go.

I said that was probably a good attitude, as otherwise he could be Scarred For Life, and that inspired Angry to sing that he had a feeling It’s Gonna Work Itself Out, and if we’re not bothered Who’s Got The Cash We Can’t Be Beaten.

By the time we approached King Scote and the others I felt I’d got to know Angry and his background quite well, and thought that it’d be great to have him join us on our ozramble.

The first sound that reached our lugs was that of bagpipes, and I was shocked to find that it was none other than Bonzo who was playing them.

I couldn’t wait to find out the story behind that…

Angry Talks Lyrically with Grey and Agrees to go Away

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Neighbours

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Following Angry’s explanation for his name I continued in deep conversation with him at the Neighbours wedding on Ramsay Street.

I asked Angry if he enjoyed living on Ramsay Street.  He said the neighbours were quite nice, but he didn’t really feel like he fitted in that well.  He’d seen a fight between the Butcher and Fast Eddy when he was young, and it had made him into a bit of a rock n’ roll outlaw.

Then he’d become one of the boys, and nice boys don’t rock n’ roll, so he’d been a bad boy for love.

I suggested a remedy to his restlessness: that he could come along and tramp with us, as we were a pretty motley crue, apart from Elle, who was quite fine.

Angry thought it was a bonzer idea.  I misunderstood him at first and said it was my idea not Bonzo’s, but Angry calmly pointed out that bonzer is Aussie slang for great.  I apologised, and put it down to the cultural divide.

We left Ramsay Street to rejoin our travel companions.

Grey Meets the Angry Neighbours on Ramsay Street

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I eventually hauled my sun-kissed furry ass
off the sun-soaked golden sandy mattress,
strolling away from my paradise resting place
I wombled along freely to leave no trace.

Meeting the Neighbours and Angry

Leaving the beach, I took one last look before heading into town.  The first road I reached was Ramsay Street.  And there was a wedding going on.

As I walked along minding my own business a resident who introduced himself as Harold said they needed somebody to dull the day somewhat, as it was too bright and sunny.

I said that I’d be happy to oblige.

Grey in the Neighbours Wedding

So I joined the wedding, and added a nice little touch of dullness to balance the light.  Everybody said I did a good job, and the married couple, Charlene and Scott, invited me for drinks afterwards.

I suddenly got talking to a bloke with a rose tattoo there.  He’d suddenly burst into song at the wedding. He suddenly introduced himself as Angry.  I asked why he was called that, and he said that people suddenly started saying he had no mind when he got tattoos.

Paradise Sunrise Wakes Grey to a New Day

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vivonne bay

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Waking up in the sunrise haze
put me under an a.m. twilight daze
and I only remember it in poetry
so here’s my V Bay second day story.

Sunrise is Nice Surprise in Paradise

Waking on settled sands
with the sunrise hands
hugging sea and spray
in warmth across Vivonne Bay
I just wanted to lay
there for all the day
before remembering time
Bonzo, Elle and other ‘alf lime.

Meeting Up Again is Ten out of Ten

So I got up slowly
because I still felt lowly
if I’d gone for a swim
and water’d filled to brim
I wouldn’t have felt wholly
because I’ve got a holey
or three in my head
to stop me feeling like lead
girl o boy I ain’t no buoy
sometimes I’m coy or koi
carping on about all things fishy
and telling Green how I miss ye.

Kangaroo Island Marsupial Soft Sand

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The dust sandy road led us out to Kangaroo Island, which didn’t seem a logical direction, but MiMo Moby had been proved right up until then, so we thought we should continue following his directions.

King Scote on Kangaroo Island is no Tyrant

We were welcomed on the island by a right regal looking kangaroo.  He introduced himself as King Scote, and said that we were his guests, and that we would want for nothing while on the island.  It seemed incredible at the time, but proved to be anything but literary nonsense.

It was the news we wanted to hear after the tough game we’d just had, and we quickly made ourselves at home on the idyllic island.

Little Penguins of Kingscote  take Bonzo in a Boat

Bonzo made a lot of friends amongst the little penguins.  King Scote said they were the smallest penguins in existence, but had big hearts, and were great companions.

Bonzo relished telling them how he’d scored the third goal for the crows, and they had a friendly game after Bonzo had explained the rules.

They then went around the island in a boat.

King  Scote and Elle Provide Time to Ramble

Meanwhile, King Scote seemed to be a tad smitten with Elle, and seemed to want to spend the most time with her.

So I took the opportunity to have a look around the island, and was very impressed with the amount to do on a relatively small island.

I crossed Little Sahara and the Flinders Chase National Park, before spending a bit of relaxation time in the wonderfully colourful and clean Vivonne Bay.

I had a nice chat with a couple of pelicans called Viv and Yvonne there, before they left to get some food.

I dropped off as the night drew in and the lights went on across the bay, and had a wonderful dream that Green would escape from Grand Council captivity, and we would be reunited before long.

Time Travelling Trio Return to Modern Adelaido

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The Old Gum Tree

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We joined in with the crows victory celebrations, and congratulated the redbacks on a great game, and commiserated with them for their narrow defeat.  They didn’t seem too disheartened, and all their team sportively clapped us off using all eight legs.

We changed back into our normal shapes once off the field, and headed over towards where we remembered Theold Gumtree had been.  But as we drew nearer we came to a steep slope we couldn’t recall, and we had to break into a run it was such a decline.  It was also more slippery than it looked, and soon we were sliding and skidding at an ever greater speed.  We tried to stay on our feet as long as possible, but in the end all fell into each other and toppled down the muddy hill like a tangled ball.

We fell for what seemed like an age, and thought we might never stop, but in the end we did begin to slow down, and then Elle brought us to a standstill by grabbing Bonzo and me.  Bonzo turned around to me from her right arm and declared: she’s got balls!

When we got up we saw we were back on the dust sandy road, and as we dusted ourselves off we saw there was just the old gum tree with a historical display where we thought Theold Gumtree had been.

Second-half of the game is not the same…or lame

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The second-half kicked off and we launched a quick attack on the wing down the wing.  Russell Crow crossed it in, Sheryl Crow knocked it down, and I slotted it in.  It was the dream start, and we were back on track.  There was no time to crow about it though, we had a game to win.

Twenty minutes later Bob Crow pulled another one back with a short snap strike, and the Redbacks were redfaced as well as redbacks.

Crows were back in the game, but it’s a funny old name

But just as everything looked hunky dory
Ted Hughes Crow had to go off with poetry
Jim Crow divided the team like a tidal wave
Brandon Lee Crow tragically sent to early grave
and Charlie Crow had to fly off to trade.

Elle and Bonzo are the Ace and Joker in the Pack

We were now two players short, so I had a word with Bob, and he called a time-out.  I rushed over to Elle and Bonzo, who were already on the edge of their seats.

I quickly taught them the skills of shapeshifting, and they got the hang of it in no time.  Elle Crow and Bonzo Crow joined the fray without delay.

Bonzo made its presence known in no time, with some crunching tackles in the middle of the park.  It was from one of those that it won the ball, and then dribbled it half the pitch before slotting it in past the redback goalie, Redglove.

A Thrilling Finish to the Game

It was 3-3 with ten minutes remaining.  Our timewager didn’t include extra-time, so it was vital we got a winner before the end of the match.

But it was the redbacks that attacked straight from the kick-off, and they quickly spun a web of trickery that saw the ball reach our penalty area as if it was stuck to their feet.

However, our goalie, Crow Nation, flew up to the top corner and not only saved the shot but also gathered it in its wing.  It quickly punted the ball down the field and Elle ran on to it and sent it flying over the stranded Redglove to put us into the lead.

There was hardly time to restart the game, and it was a crow victory by four goals to three; thanks in no small part to us three I must say, thankfully.

First Half is Such a Laugh…for a Redback Giraffe

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Time had seemed to stand still, as if we were frozen in time, but then we all looked up, and saw the Marauder t-shirts we were wearing.  We seemed to all remember in unison that Black footed Rock Wally B had said they might come in handy in South Australia.  We all looked at each other with a relieved knowing grin, and exclaimed: ‘Of course, crows are birds, and the Marauder t-shirt has a picture of a bird, so the crows will win.’

Betting on Birds for our own Time

We rushed over to Theold Gumtree
and said we’ll wager our timesanity
on crows to beat redbacks
and then we’ll make tracks
back to our own place in history…

The Game is Played after Timewager is Laid

The game started and it was a great spectacle, with thousands of crows and redbacks supporters on each side of the ground cheering on their teams.  The biggest contingent of redbacks supporters seemed to be giraffes, while most crows fans were llamas.

The redbacks took an early lead when Redgrave buried the ball between the posts.  They soon extended their lead through Reddin, which created a cacophony of noise from the redback end.  Just before half-time, Redburn seemed to fan the flames of our misfortunes when it extended the redbacks lead.

Will Grey Save the Crow Day?

We almost thought all was lost, but I thought I spotted a weakness in the redbacks defence: that they were open to attack from above, and that the crows should use their aerial prowess to their advantage, instead of playing it on the ground.

And at almost the same time I remembered my ability to shape-shift, and told the others I was off to join the Crows.  They wished me luck, after reminding me our place in time rested on my performance.

So I shape-shifted into a crow, and flew down to the pitch.

I squawked my views on second-half play,
told them it was vital to our right of way,
and volunteered as shape-shift Crow Grey,
to join the all-engrossing sporting fray.

They accepted my offer and I lined up for the second half…