:: Thursday, 21 October 2004 ::
Okay so here is how it has panned out
The buddy does not recall the wager.
He believes it was made but cannot confirm and he takes my word for it. He is going to have a quiet word the old man in a discrete manner, natch. We will see what comes of it.
Prolly nothing. Which is fine by me.
For those who have emailed telling me to get Coucin Paulie involved, thank you so much for your kind thoughts. But that would be too terrifying for an old man and just not right.
It sure would be funny.
But it just would not be right.
And for those who dared to suggest I would not pay if the roman sandal was on the other foot, gi fa. Natch I would pay up. That is what it means to make a wager. I know. My Pa was a punter for years. Growing up around bookies and TAB's I learned to honour your debts.
That, and all them Godfather pictures.
So you can Gi Fa if you think the Wog is a cheap hyprocrite.
Love for the rest of youse supportive folks, but. Man, some giggles from Blair's site.
Just one thing, I do not think the fellow was Aboriginal himself. I think he was one of them suffocatingly patronising white do-goodey thinkers who like their minorities needy as opposed to uppity, know what I mean?
:: WB 3:54 am [link+] ::