Oliver turned off the TV. It was only the Jetsons anyway. He glanced around the
room. Doggie was in the corner and Felix the cat in his bed. About time I did
something he thought. Surfing was out as his elbeau was still sore. Must see the
Doctor soon and get it sorted. A walk would help and maybe spend some time
thinking about buying that van. C'mon Doggie he called. Out the front past the
teatree then in to the street. A big Laurie moved down the street then turned into
Laceys Lane. Must be some new neighbours he thought or poor relatives moving out.
He passed an open window from which music blared. The DJ was playing 2dogs
singing their latest song. "Do the Logman" ..........
As they passed the corner house a huge scruffy dog lunged at them from behind the
fence. Black and white and hairy like some sort of evil panda. What are you so Cranky
about yelled Oliver. I could do with a drink he thought and decided to check out the
new Green Room at the pub. Bugger he thought I forgot to turn off the computer. His
new 62 Mac was still running. You silly goat, man he thought.. The battery will bnaccad
when I get back
Oliver found a seat and ordered a drink. The latest fad. A ginger beer with
pomegranate and vodka.
A ginger pom. Now what for a snack? Really a choice between the Nasi goreng or a
hamburgler he thought. He spotted Dave and someotherguy at the bar. Did you see
that big wave dave he called? It was on the telly. Nah said Dave. We were watching
reruns of Cisco kid instead. Oliver fiddled with the gizmo on the table that played the
new mobydisc but all he could get was 2dogs again. A scruffy stranger wandered in had
a quick drink then left. A gypsy drifter thought Oliver and his thoughts returned once
again to the van.
Hey some other guy got a mention but what about me?? 
Good one elbau. Don't know why the red thumbs but I've balanced 'em out a bit.
It had been a tough week and Oliver got stuck into the gingerpoms. Mortality, mid life
crisis or whatever you want to call it rode heavy on him. He had given thought to a
van and travelling but the idea of a land yacht appealed as well. He could see himself
on the SandS of the Nullabor sailing over the green pats left by stray cows. Heading
for Kalgoorlie WA or even Buster WA. With all those flies he could call it The
Flysurfer. “Sweet as” said Oliver to himself. Only now after a
few drinks it sounded like “pweedas”
Not quite Makaha but an interesting thought anyway.
Sail,hack your way through the bush when necessary then sail again.
Wonder if Thommo and Mark would like to come along? Thommo was a richie fish
seller. Loads of money and Mark had a social entertainment business down on the
coast. Gala On The Bay. Both could do with a break. He might give them a ring.The
pub DJ was setting up and Oliver was in the mood now to getfunky. Pete (mc) master
of ceremonies was ready to spin a few.
I was wondering how a green pat might appear in there, nice. 
Hey Laurie, I saw another story of Seabreeze somewhere the other day...
This isn't so bad thought Oliver. I've got the dog (patting Doggie) and the cat. Things
could be worse. Certainly better than the poor boy down the street. Maybe if I had
some Gestalt therapy I would be a happy Japie. The music amped up and pete (the
Jamacian mc) called out. "Lookie lookie at what simon do on the dance floor"!. Simon
was shaking like crazy doing the latest dance The Pugwash. You should have seen
him and Gor go. Oliver would have loved to dance but felt like he had a lotof wind.
Probably the prawnheads or the cassa role. Maybe it was the Chrispy Chru…….His
thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rain on the roof. Bugger he thought. I've
left my mac at home. The one peter the 33 year old whipping boy at work had lent
him.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No offense is intended.
genius , bet mine's a challenge 
edit: confirmed, your a genius (with too much time on his hands)
A thought occurred to Oliver. He reached into his pack and pulled out what appeared to
be a cape. This will do he thought. On one side of the cape a series of swirls ornate in
shape and texture. The other side appeared to be covered by a water proof membrane.
It had been a gift from his friend in Cape town. Oliver treasured it. Not many people
could say they owned a cape made from the hide of the rare South African Grumplestilt
deer. Grumplestiltskins were very difficult to come by.
Thanks everyone for your support and for enjoying the above. It was fun writing it. I have to get back to work now so that's it for awhile. My apology's to whoever was red thumbing. (probably Oliver)
no thank you
