Ditch Mac

It is now just after 2pm. Mac has gotten just a little too close for comfort. So I ditched him. Or at least I’m planning to. Decided to. There’s this other nectar which a character played by Ron Livingstone in the TV series Band of Brothers was hung up on. I think his name was Nixon or something and the juice was VAT 69. A bit rough if you asked me, but then again it was 1945. And Glenlivet or whatever is a touch too expensive to get too cosy with in the middle of the day. So today I say Aloha to Mac, but not before we have one wild fling.

Actually, “Band of Brothers” is really a favourite TV series of mine. If nothing happens by the end of this week, I think I would dust off my DVDs and watch the series all over again. If I remember it well, I think this time I’d watch out for that character known as Spears. A lieutenant, i think. He was famed for spraying a bunch of German POWs after offering them fagss. I remember him well because he mouthed a line to the effect that a soldier cant perform till he accepts the idea that he is already dead. Then that soldier would have dealt with his biggest fear and thereafter he would be free to function to the best of this ability, just as he has been trained.

In about an hour and a half, kiddo would have her weekly piano lesson. I’d have to leave home for about a couple of hours. I have not been to a pub (seriously) since moving to Melbourne. Maybe I’d kill a couple of hours in one today. No, not with VAT 69 – just a few harmless Carlton daughts, maybe.