(shit-suck-ee) - noun, a Japanese mulled wine

To those of us who have stumbled through parenthood and tripped over who we thought we were. Those of us who have inadvertantly collided with our wives, and tumbled, and landed on the arses of our daydreams in a large puddle of adulthood. Muttering wide-eyed to ourselves, "Shitsake. What just happened?"

This is a space dedicated to mid-life musings, mid-life spread and mid-life crisis. To coarse language, bad spelling, and poor judgement. To bad advice, biased observations, terrible exaggerations, with told with a slight dash of misogynistic humour.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The famous Five go to Adventure Island

Thanks to my five members. (Don’t feel alone - I can see from my hidden stat counter that there are thousands, maybe even hundreds, and possibly even scores more of you)
(This includes counting those visits that lasted under 4.35 seconds, (odd? – I have been trying to think of words that are spelled like shitsake, that might accidently get you to the blogsite. And I am only slightly hurt that once you did arrive accidently, I couldn’t keep you captivated for longer than 4.35 seconds) (Oh, and my mum, who checks in five times each day and keeps the stats ticking over nicely)

Back to the Famous Five. (Don’t get too protective or settled. By my calculation, should my blog continue to spawn itself virally over Face book, Twitter and Google, at its current level, by November the 18th you might well be the Secret Seven)

I have managed to sell your details to seven mobile phone companies, thirteen stock-broking firms based in Taiwan, four Time-share companies, and a gentleman from the Office of the President of Nigeria, who has $42 million dollars that he needs to transfer internationally.
(I am also in negotiations with the “Big Three” life insurance companies)

I didn’t get as much as I thought for the sale of your information. Certainly not enough for brekky. So we will need to take a rain-check on my offer of a free champagne breakfast at Café Roux in Noordhoek for every membership.

Instead, take your entire family for a balmy, sunny, summer, Sunday breakfast at Café Roux (go with the eggs Benedikt, by the way), at your own expense. Then reimburse yourself when the money comes through from the Office of the President of Nigeria.
(This is a special deal, and it is only for the first five members I am afraid)

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