Deb was at one of her many birthday parties, so I couldn't go early, now Deb was telling me about all the parties she was going to, buying presents to, this was very apparent when I rested my derrière on her lavatory, for the calendar in front of me had about 20 birthdays for the month of September, ok, ok, I believe it now. I thought it was hard enough remembering my own.
But, the day that was in it, September 11, ah, will I ever forget that day, the day
that Everton lost 2-0 to Liverpool, how I cried!!
So, I was told there was lots of interesting types on the Cranbourne line and as you
probably know, seeing is believing and maybe hearing too. For I heard some young
Ragga muffin 1: 'Stop looking at her!'
Ragga muffin 2: 'I wasn't looking at her
Ragga muffin 1: 'Stop fackin looking at her!'
After waiting for a while I realised, Merinda Park Station was the stop BEFORE where I was supposed to get off, so I got back on the mobile, tragedy averted, I got picked up and rescued from a bleak station.
The hardest part was over; all I had to do now was behave myself and not ruffle any feathers with these country native types, easier said than done, for me.