Now that the garrett has a window, I’m moving in, which means the boxes have to move out, which means I’ve been having a nostalgic, melancholic, rapsodic kind of afternoon uncovering such relics as the one you see posted here.
I’m very scared of ladders, so I won’t be hanging corflutes, but I tell you I’m ready for the letterboxing and handing out the how to votes. And you kids, you should get ready too, because you will be out on your bikes with me. If it was good enough for me, it’s good enough for youse.
Also, I am just listening to Alexander Downer on Amanda Blair’s program, and it occurs to me, he is a very clever man. You see, he is threatening to become South Australian Premier to make sure that everyone votes to keep him in his federal seat. Cunning plan, m’lord, but you have to wake up pretty early in the morning to put one over me.
adelaide from adelaide 
That’s quite a threat from Piggy. What a twerp he is, him and the Pruddock. Yuck.
oh, are you going to be a write in the garret? Splendid!
Due to my visa hassles, I wondered briefly who would give the Russians a shake-up for me…
for a nano-second I thought of Alex, before banging my head hard on the table to reinstate some SENSE!
Imagine.
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I quite liked Write in the Garret, Fifi.
Oh, so now you have a garrett!
Now you can be a real writer. But don’t be a starving artist, it’s overrated.
I didn’t know what a corflute was until two years ago. I’m a bit slow.