working on the gas tower

I bumped into a friend of mine the other day and as I was wearing a bright pink t-shirt at the time so he asks me if this was the shirt I Was wearing when I met Stevo in. I tell him no it wasnt, it was much more cowboy flannel and less blatantly metro sexual. Therefore to conceal his identify I have decided to Call him Mr Pink for the purpose of the story.

I can go weeks, even months and not bump into Mr Pink and then other weeks where we bump into each other regularly. He speaks like the commentator of the big brother house and he always has a comedy line or anecdote to impart.

He has been keeping up with my blog and I think that its only fitting that he gets a mention.

I admire Mr Pink, he has overcome certain...eh... difficulties in his life and he has also trained his cat to take a dump in his dunny as opposed to the cat litter tray.

Anyways, I bump into him today and in his best big brother voice, he goes....oooohhhh, im up to day 39, September tweeennty fiffth, when you wash your feet in your booooaaatttt.

I tell him him that he is looking healthy mate, and ask him whether or not he has been at the gym, he replies "noooooooooo, its all the seeeex" as Mr Pink has a new man in his life.

I decide that I have to work a bit harder at the gym to compensate.

Everytime i see Mr Pink, I get a big hug off him and we have an unwritten rule that a hugs fine, just dont ever kiss me man.... I feel totally comfortable with this arrangment as although Mr Pink bats for the other side, he still likes to talk about cars and power tools, I respect this emmensley. I once asked him to use his gaydar and ask him whether X person is a batty... He replies "well mate, put it this way, he'd help us ooooouuuut if we were busy".. Mr Pink rocks and I consider him to be a top bloke.

I wish him every happiness with this new romance, and perhaps one day I will take great pleasure in buying myself a hat.

I get to the gym and keeping Mr Pinks earlier one liner in mind, I may or may not have overdone it a little tonight, this seems to be coming a bit of a habit of overdooing..

I dont think I do too bad for a skinny bloke, (I sometimes need to jump around in the shower to get wet when the water pressure is low) and Im working legs tonight, I work up slowly but then manage 19 reps at 134kgs on the leg pushing thing. I think to myself, nailed that one... until I get up.

I get up and I suddenly feel like a pub table with the folded up coaster removed from the bottom of it. Either that or the gym at ocean terminal has suddenly set sail, has hit a very large 40ft swell and Im trying to cross to the portside in a 80 mph crosswind.

Saying that I felt shoogly is like saying that that you went splashing around on the beach in a tsunami.. bit of an understatement...

Get home to discover we have a temporarly houseguest of another spaniel and I arm wrestle abbies boyfriend Dean which was considerably less painfull than arm wrestling the dwarf.

Todays update is dedicated to Mr Pink, you are a legend.