i just lost me fuckin’ blog!
me bib pectin
i cant believe it
i’m so unlucky it makes me bloody sick
i mean my jaguars not getting any younger
and my charisma wont always be as strong as this
jig marlong from toonby-st claire writes
oh bib i love your song about the star filled heavens…!
it helped me over the rejection of my manuscript!
yeah whatever mate good for you…..
mrs norma frost of east kennel writes
oh bib you sexy old fool…!
yes love yes
its easy to be smitten isnt it?
meanwhile my golf handicap has improved
its a fucking gentlemens game innit?
i love to smash that little ball
the bleeding ‘oi polloi cant understand that
i play with some other top stars
with twice as much money
but half as much talent as yours truly
whinging on about tax havens between putts
get on the piss at the clubhouse maybe meet some divorcees
hi i’m bib pectin
divorcee : why of course you are…..may i call you bib..?
yeah mr pectin sounds ridiculous dunnit?
divorcee : why bib youre so much more handsome in real life
aint it the truth darlin’ i reluctantly sigh
i mean i’m a sexy strong fella but its not just about that
i dont wanna be used for my good looks
i’d feel cheapened
you gotta appreciate my talent
you gotta appreciate my struggle to become an aussie icon
battling the pokies in rsl clubs
sand in my eyes singin’ at lifesaving carnivals
that time i got a nasty shock off the mike
i got a nasty rash downstairs but no one would believe me
some idiot tuned my guitar up wrong
i forgot the words to some song
christ i dunno
its not all dancing on clouds
my agent booked me a cruise gig on some fucking liner or another
i vomited on the audience the first night seasickness
the second night i dozed off on the dramamine
then we stopped at a port and i got lost n didnt get back on the ship
luckily the geeza at the aussie embassy reckoed me or i’d have been chop goreng suey
thats some heavy sitch……right?
fuck all that doom n gloom
i’m going down the bungy bar for a sherbet with me mates
life aint too bad when yer bib