Thursday, February 19, 2009
Arrgen. Too much Groovy Kind of Loveing.
To distract from the all-encompassing mood of Phil and his love life, I cruised off to a birthday dinner for Dr T, and caught up with The Ant.
She’s renamed their Devil Spawn adopted dog from Satan, to Sandton.
After her engagement party and a frankly, tether-ending behavioural problem from said hound, not to mention neighbours who thought they were running a coven, they finally made the change.
To something closest to the word ‘Satan’ in order not to cause too much canine confusion.
And since he’s been called that he’s stopped howling at the moon at midnight.
No. Fucking. Kidding.
He’s been exorcised by name-change.
Peas: Well he was possessed by the devil that dog.
Ant: Correct. And because our real dog [real dog?] is called Roma, we needed a location name – and Sienna in Italy seemed too big of a jump.
Peas: I think you should change his name every 6 months. Transgress. Keep up with the times. His next name should be…Saxonwold.
Transgress on name changeage. Keeps things interesting. Keeps him on his toes if the devil ever wanted to come back and possess him and stuff.
Sandton’s good for now, but next week? Besides, Saxonwold as a name is all the rage.
Ant: It’s a suburb. And it’s the only thing called Saxonwold.
Turns out, Sandton pulled a femur out of the flowerbed.
Not an animal leg bone, more like a homo erectus-slightly human looking one.
Gilb reckons it’s DEFINITELY human after years of forensic experience from the University of CSI.
And Ant doesn’t know where said evidential leg bone most foul, is right now.
Peas: Dude. Someone got murdered in your garden.
Ant: Get this. Sandton was still called Satan when he uncovered it.
Peas: Get out.
Ant: And I don’t know where he’s put it.
Peas: Do you not find this problematic? The devil had something to do with this, AND he’s hiding the evidence.
Ant: Well look, we’re still not sure. We haven’t found, like, the skull and stuff.
Ant: So at the party at my place this Friday, we’re going to play ‘Find The Femur.’
But really, about the Phil Collins entrapment before I start pawing at my face:
The word ‘groovy.’
Smacks 80s. In a slightly unfavourable way.
I reckon the song would’ve been more successful if he’d used ‘Rad.’
We’ve got a rad kind of love would’ve been diaboloque. Osmotic.
I am sick today. Been up since 3am vomiting and with cramps. It's really really awesome.