The Cast!

A cast of thousands! Well, those that matter =p. Those I miss out will be back in other episodes =).First is Sue. Because he (yes he - read down) is cool and he's just had a baby boy (well, his wife did all the work =p). Sue is a born again Johnny Cash fan. Due to my poker playing prowess he owes me two songs. One of which will be A boy named Sue - god I love that song! Considering he's now got six kids Sue has kept his figure remarkably well. =p

Sue is married to one of the loveliest ladies I've ever met. She's cool too, with one of the grooviest tattoos I've ever seen - until it washed off =p. I'm going to call her Biker Chick because she's sweet on the outside and tough on the inside (that's how it goes isn't it?), and had a tattoo on her shoulder (albeit briefly). BC also owes me two songs, and both her and Sue are great singers. Woohoo! Her song will be these boots are made for walking. Should rock!

The last of the inaugural singing poker players club participants is Weasel Woman. Named more for her love of ferrets than her weasely ways (just one more beer...). The poker club plays for the right to humiliate each other rather than mere money. Which in WWs case is especially true due to the fact that her singing sucks chocolate balls (inside joke which I may or may not let the general public in on at some unspecified future date - oooh, suspense).

Her song will be Flagpole Sitta because it's the first Karaoke song she made me sing. You see WW loooooooves certain Karaoke songs. So she gets someone up to sing it with her and then switches her microphone off and lets them go. Weasel Woman indeed =p.

The final song will be a truet (sounds better than trio) with all three singers. Everyone will have to wait until the night to learn what the song's going to be (god, even more suspense, I can't stand it! =)).

Next to be introduced is Inappropriate Humour Man who you've all met before. He is smart, a good listener, and funny (in a way that promotes violence). He's also a terrible flirt, but mostly harmless =). I like hanging out with him. Even his kids are amusing (at a distance).

His wife I shall call plain old Inappropriate Woman, because it's not just her humour that's Inappropriate =p. She's a good friend though, and often gets to be the one that pours people home after a big night out.

I also hang out with Gay Uncle. Apart from the fact that we're both queer we don't really have that much in common. For example he's clean and neat while I'm a bit, meh, it's clean not dirty, you can get around with out tripping over, =) that'll do. He is beautiful, and is trying to convince me that I need to be more girly... o.O

Hehe! Good-luck. My mother's already tried that. I don't consider myself butch, but I really am more into jeans and shirts, etc, than skirts and make-up. There isn't enough make-up in the world to make me pretty =p. I just don't have the attitude.

The Gay Kids sometimes come around too, or I see them out or at his place. Gay Girl is the only other lesbian in town. A great looker! Pity we're not each others type really (she likes the pretty girls) and I can't help but see the kid that used to wear her hat backwards. Her best mate Gay Boy is gorgeous too. Hehe! I just realised they sound like a pair of super heroes. *voiceover* Where ever homophobia and bad dress sense are found it's Suuuuuuper Gay Kids to the rescue. "Holy pink pajamas Gay Girl. What are we to do?" =p

The Fellas are my workmates. You've been introduced to them before too. While there is another woman working with us now we're still all 'the fellas' as far as I'm concerned. They love to have a laugh, and work pretty hard, you know, considering we're (more or less) council workers =). Hey, someone has to hold the rakes up.

Apparently short, sharp, and shiny is best with blogs so I'll end this here.

To Be Continued =).


* A cast (pictured). Itchy, smelly, and awkward. But they keep you healthy. =)

Pizza and Beer

Do any other substances go so well? Socks and shoes, saunas and sex (please for future reference people, if you have sex in the sauna, if you see someone have sex in the sauna, if you even hear about it, I don't want to know!), lesbians and cats (we're back to matching things again), balls and bats (*evil grin*), love and marriage (damn you John Howard *shakes fist*). Well, you get the idea.

My mate (lets call him 'inappropriate humour man' - or IHM for short) is home alone while his wife and kids are in Melbourne *cue violin music.* I find the poor bum in the freezer section of our local 'supermarket' (just so you know in a town this size it's more like a convenience store in size and selection). I kindly invited to my place for tea, and almost instantly regret it. Why, when he makes an inappropriate comment involving joining me in the shower, do people blame me? And no, I have no idea how he managed to make the conversation take that direction. It's his gift!

He bought beer and it was palies (Cooper's Pale Ale) so all was forgiven. Until next time. Because there will be a next time. You know that line? That line where you stop with jokes, comments, information about your sex life? He has no line! *muted scream*

Other than that tea was good. Delicious if I do say so myself, and because I don't truck with this modesty business I will say so. Hey, when you're as badly off as me you learn to make the most of your good points =). Tikka Masala and my ham and pineapple pizza - definitely good points. Though, as I've said before, it's all about the sauce =).

Tikka Masala Pizza
Tikka masala was one sliced breast cooked up in a jar of instant sauce (when it comes to Indian food I cheat! I just spread a pizza base (cheating again) with mango chutney, put the cooked masala chicken on top and put the whole thing in the oven. When it's done (about 15 minutes later) top with sour cream or plain (not vanilla) yoghurt and coriander.

Ham and Pineapple Pizza
Should be self explanatory. Use good ingredients! - mozzarella cheese and real (not processed) ham. The secret sauce! Well, you wink a little, then you...*clears throat,* ah oops, wrong sauce.

Pizza sauce is easy, it's tomato paste and a nearly equal amount of olive oil with some dried 'italian herbs' and a teaspoon or so of 'garlic in a jar' (the lazy cook's best friend). Spread this thickly on the base, add some cheese, lots of ham and pineapple, more 'Italian herbs,' and another layer of cheese. This will take 15-20 minutes to cook. The cheese should have just started to go brown.

I managed to time it so that both pizzas were done at the same time, ready for the second beer to be cracked. This order is better - cook, then drink. The other way... well the cooking, if it happens, and definitely the evening, can get messy, but that's for another story. In this story it was a good evening, good food, and IHM was great company, even though I sometimes had to threaten violence to keep him in line. =)

Sorry folks. We didn't even pretend to be healthy last night. I guess the salad will have to wait. Take care,

Taz


*yes, in a town of 400 people we have a sauna. It's at the gym. A great gym, recently upgraded and membership is $60 for 3 months. Just thought I'd make you all jealous =p. Oh, we also have a bowling alley and karaoke every Friday night, still jealous? I thought so *thumbs nose*