Update - Employment, Sinks, Art, Laws for Life.

The Gillies household has been rather quiet this week. The Colonial seems to be stressed and tired after a visit from his Dutch mistress. The nice young girl stayed strictly on the couch with no signs thus far from the Colonial that anything untoward went on. He has once again succumbed to the delight of a mid-afternoon nanna nap and has slipped into a deep coma, will he ever return? All signs point to yes.
Yacksie is a little more lively, moving and shaking his way around the household. At this point there is a repetitive drumming sound coming from his bedroom, another sign of his eternal struggle to capture the ultimate musical arrangement. Yacksie has recently spoken of moving into the art world. When the subject of art was broached with him he exclaimed "I feel I need to express myself on a canvas". After a lengthy discussion it was established that the price of a canvas and decent paints was out of the reach of Yacksies meagre earnings. Butchers paper and crayons were suggested and it was agreed that such materials were a more affordable option for him to express his inner magic. Yacksie has also recently taken to relieving himself in sinks, not always in private. While such behavior may seem strange perhaps it is just another sign that his creative juices are flowing and a medium must be found for him to establish his creative craft. Until then he will not be left alone with a sink. Cocoa and Yacksie also took part in yelling at an elderly man through their front windows this afternoon. The man seemed lost and a little concerned when grunting could be heard from the windows and quickly shuffled off, much to the amusement of the perpetrators. Will maturity ever reach the household? all signs point to no. Here are some points, facts, general laws for life that Cocoa has learnt in the past week:

• Never leave Yacksie alone with a sink.
• Bruce Springsteen is 10 outta 10.
• Jameson whisky is made of angel's tears.
• Dignity is boring.
• It's getting pretty cold, isn't it...eh? well?
• Banana
• Life is a rich tapestry, made of gold bits and Kate Moss's hair.
• Rich mining executives are too heavy for light aircraft.
• Sea animals can not eat oil. In fact they dont like it much at all, who would have thought.

Lastly the Gillies household is looking for a maid/secretary/cigarette lighter/masseuse/barista/butler/chef. Please let us know if you are interested in the position. We pay by the hour with oranges and the successful applicant will be provided accomodation in our spacious shed. Men need not apply...too far?
Ciao, Cocoa

A Communication Revolution?

I like to believe that most people are in touch with mainstream society. Almost everyone has an iPod, they can agree that Kyle Sandilands should be hunted by Japanese whaling vessels for ‘scientific research’, and general ‘lingo’ is understood by most people. Recently a new form of ‘acceptable’ slang has reached our shores. It comes in the form of abbreviated words. Such lingo stems from internet slang being frequently used in text messages and chat rooms yet this trend is now being harpooned and dragged into mainstream verbal speech and no, it’s not Japan’s fault this time.

Have I missed the boat here? When was it cool or even acceptable to utter phrases such as ‘TOTES’ and ‘LOL’ whilst enjoying a coffee and cigarette at a local café? We attempt to communicate ‘in the flesh’ to avoid the crap conversations with people we don’t actually want to talk to on Facebook. At the pace in which this trend is developing our entire verbal conversations will resemble that of Sylvester Stallone’s vocabulary - IIIAAAAGGGWWWWW. Too far? Perhaps not when you consider we cannot just laugh at something anymore, we have to ‘roll on the floor laughing’ (ROTFL).I can’t honestly claim that I have ever rolled on the floor laughing and I feel I am not alone. Is our generation turning into cautious plebs that incorporate a fire prevention technique with a touch of comedy? IHN (I hope not). I am glad I have had this communication ‘revolution’ sail right on past me hopefully to suffer the same fate as the Titanic.

LMAO (laughing my ass off)

Yacksie

This is the Gillies Blog at work, that's Congues at the front, Callum is in the background. The symbols on the machine are the exactly the same ones Playschool uses for its windows, in this picture Congues is experimenting by trying to travel through one of them. Keep trying old boy.

A Beginning

Ello,
This blog is an enigmatic platform of communication. On an evening, while it's raining, blustery and blowing a gale outside, the inhabitants of the Gillies st household often ponder, analyse and discuss the issues of today. Such action is usually done in front of the black box and often in utter desperation when confronted with the dwindling entertainment offerings of mainstream television. We then roll about naked covering ourselves in sultanas writhing our hips to Bruce Springsteen. This blog will document only part of this behavior, that is the part that is suitable for the sensitivities of the public sphere. What you will find within the confines of this modest little soap box is an exploration of ideas; sometimes enlightening, usually absurd, almost always entertaining. The authors of such utterances will be the three members of the household, each with our own unique perspectives. There may be guest writers, there may not be, this blog could be the savior of the media, journalistic and entertainment worlds... it probably wont be. Political correctness is optional, as are pants, and at all times times the Gillies Blog will be the epitomy of quality, dignity, thoughtfulness and absurdity. In the words of the great Spike Milligan "I told you i was sick",
cheerio.