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Hungry Are The Damned (Part III)

This time it was just too damned hard. I woke up at about 7 and after trying to sleep for an hour and a half gave up and got up. The cricket was on so I managed to resist the urge to make breakfast for some time. Jacob Oram’s post-100 rampage was awesome, especially his consecutive sixes off Kaspa. Lovely six from Kyle Mills against Warnie.

Finally, at about quarter past ten I cracked. Bini most likely hit the hay at around six AM, so I left him be. Whisson was showing no signs of capitulation – the silence from his bedroom was deafening. Even a phone call from Yee failed to rouse him. I started to prepare breakfast for two (it must be the Italian mama in my genes).

Today it was four pieces of toast, 3 eggs scrambled (with vintage cheddar grated in, cracked pepper, some salt and a little milk) and a tin of baked beans. Coffee for Lord Malser and a cup of English breakfast for myself. By the time we got infront of the television NZ was all out for 353, a very good recovery from their 5/138.

Alex made a show of gratitude but he was laughing at me on the inside. Ruthless bastard. Tomorrow is Saturday and a whole new beginning. I’ll celebrate the Shabbat by waking Alex up immediately after I get up, lying to him about what time it is and claiming breakfast is ready. I’ll hide his coffee and cigarettes. Then we will wait, and when he makes breakfast – he’ll get his damn narcotics back.

  • Giovanni
    Chuck, come on round here and we'll teach you the meaning of the word respect.
  • Chuck "The Fuck" Nor
    Goddamit you bunch of pussies are a bunch of goddam pussified, panty-waisted, bleedin'-hearted goddam liberal, hippified, food-eatin', blog-readin', flavoured-water-drinkin', closet-sex-and-the-city-watchin', starvin'-artiste, tight-jawed, red-meat-fearin', unkempt-hair-wearin', look-at-me-im-on-the-internet submittin' GODDAM SUMBITCHES!!

    Be A Real Man and Be Like Me! - which strangely enuff is the title of my new booklet - the first thing I eat for breakfast is goddam Grade A Marble - yea that's right, I est composite rocks, volcanic, organic you name it, if its rocklike in texture, I eat it, then shit it, and build my goddam back patio with it! Then, I brush my teeth with AJAX and a goddam brillo pad - wash it all down with a cocktail of napalm, embalming fluid and liquid magma and I feel ready to TAKE OUT THE HIPPY TRASH!!

    Goddam pony-tailed, flat-mach-sippin', automatic-weapon-fearin', Patrick-Swayze-lovin' freaks like you lot MAKE ME WANNA PUKE!! :puke face emoticon:
  • Kirsty Lee
    ...damned good looking, that is.
  • killer
    I don't usually go for cornflakes, in fact I usually don't go in for breakfast, I prefer to head straight for lunch. This is because I get up at 1pm most days. In many ways I am like a bear, I sleep as much as possible during quite periods and stay awake for long periods of time when it is required, such as the weekend and new years eve. I had planned to go shopping today, I really need a new pair of jeans and a haircut, but over breakfast I decided to against it... it wouldn't fit my bear lifestyle.
  • Taco
    Man you need to get out of the damn house...
    I wish I'd had breakfast. I like food but I had to go to work. Now there's a real story for you. I work in a crocodile farm. We wrestle crocodiles. You don't want to end up as their breakfast. The thing is though, crocodiles don't really delineate their meal times. It could be 11:30 at night and they could have you for breakfast, or that could be brunch; you just never know and they won't ever tell you. That's probably why crocodiles are always smiling I guess. No matter what they'll alway have the last laugh, even though it is biologically impossible for them to laugh. Man crocodiles make me mad, mad as a cut snake. Don't get me started on snakes...
  • badger
    The irony is that this is more interesting than most blogs. Which isn't to say it is interesting per se.
  • killer
    i had cornflakes. i made them myself.
  • Giovanni
    For those who don't know the story behind this, read Hungry Are The Damned Part I and II:

    posted by Giovanni (ip: 203.59.161.77) on November 18, 2004 11:56

    Damn I'm hungry. This is what I get for being the usual breakfast maker 'round these parts. Whisson (also known as Al, Malser, Martin, Stinger or Whizza) sitting in the back room readin' the Oz, drinking instant coffee saying "Yeah yeah yeah" sounding like Al Franken. I gave that Commie his wake up call at 11:32am and the ingrate won't fry me an egg with some beans. Damn, how many times have cooked for that mother? I even helped him make sauce last night when he got back from Woolies.
    Neil (or Bini) is up, and shirtless (here in sunny Perth) and damn it's a sight to behold.
    Joey's gone to school, where she is learning English. She's from Reunion Island.
    The kitchen's a mess. I've got to take some cred for that since I ate five meals yesterday.
    The cricket is on free to air (otherwise there would have been blood in the streets) and the Kiwis are 3/117. Now it's time for me to lay down some rough justice on Whisson, and get breakfast made.
    Just remember what Jimmy Duranty said - "You can't make an omlette without breaking a few eggs".

    posted by Giovanni (ip: 203.59.161.77) on November 18, 2004 17:02

    UPDATE
    I ended up making breakfast. A pot of baked beans with two eggs frying in it and a stick of garlic bread. That Whisson is hard as steel. He'd rather go delirious with hunger than make breakfast, but one day I'll outlast him.
    Alex had already had his coffee so we had a glass of juice each. We had the bulk of the egg and garlic bread, but gave Neil a fair share of the beans, which he had along with a bowl of cereal with kiwi fruit and a cup of tea.
    Not long after breakfast, we stopped watching the cricket and opted for watching The Office - the episode with the "flashdance fused with some MC Hammer shit". Man that's some dynamite.
    I started to get a splitting headache from not having had caffeine, so Whisson made me a cup of English breakfast tea while I lay on the couch. Son of a bitch probably spat in it, but it was still some kind of victory.
    Then the two of us cleaned the kitchen while Bini shopped.
    I will keep you posted on what happens over breakfast tomorrow.
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