D for David!

I am famous! The kids were told a famous gerbalist was arriving, so they made me a special hat with my first initial on it. Nice! Their parents whispered to them I was a respected western suburbs identity, but they knew I shy away from fame and so put me at ease by pointing at the number of pens in my pocket and laughing. Afterwards one of them said she need a counsellor, but I think she meant she wanted to be a councillor.dunce2

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10 Responses to D for David!

  1. skink says:

    I didn’t think Rolf Harris was allowed within 500m of a school these days


  2. PeteF says:

    That’s the Postnewspapers office, not a school. Considerate Rosalie kids drop in after school to sub.


  3. JJ says:

    fucking outrage


  4. skink says:

    that room looks like it’s in a museum, what with the blackboard and the quills on the desk.
    are you an exhibit?
    is that where print journalism belongs these days – in a museum?


    • Bill O'Slatter says:

      Teh medium is teh message.Here,in this tableux,DFOC presents a detailed history of the old skool gerbalismo to an appreciative audience,and how Rupert would roll up his sleeves and get stuck in. Ah,the smell of printers ink and the roar of the printing machine.
      At kwestion time with the kiddies one of them no doubt reflected “Granddad, eny fule no that is so olden daze”.


    • RubyRuby says:

      The rolled up paper seems to be in the wastebasket…


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