Tena ia tangate, Harahoa Kirihmete.
Hi all, Merry Christmas.
Welcome to "the week that was" an enthralling,
enlightening, whimsical, riveting, often profound,
never boring, not at all lacking, totally absorbing
tales & tribulations of the goings on of Toronto Pip &
his Trusty [often gusty, always dusty, occasionally
crusty, mostly musty & of course my favourite big &
BUSTY] side kick Mississauga Juju.
Well Xmas is upon us and isn't it grand. You would not
believe the trees with decorations, the lights the
displays, bloody fantastic. You think shopping in
Auckland is hectic wait until you get to a mall where
there are 200,000 people doing it all in one place at
one time [shopping that is, I thought it was for the
other reason and turned up in hope, should have worn
more clothes]. I tell you it is quite a sight.
Needless to say I only went to look, Juju is getting a
wonderful gift from the dollar shop, hope she likes
it. [When I met Ju I knew I had meet Mrs Right, and
nothings changed, however no one warned me her first
name was always]?
We will of course be having a white Xmas, there is
snow on the ground and more today and over the next
few days as well. We will be skiing on boxing day
hehe, or should I say Ju will be skiing I will be
sliding and probably end up sliding down to one of the
numerous bars that you can ski/slide to, what a place.
[Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a
women's sex drive by 90%, its called a "Wedding
Cake"]?
Xmas day we are not really getting to excited about as
it will be just us two and McGregor. I am going to
serve Xmas lunch to the homeless as I think this would
be a real enlightening experience, its not the needy
its the street people [card board box dwellers]. So
will be quite an experience.
For dinner we are not going traditional, we are going
to have lobster and duck. Although, and get this for
over the top. I was watching the cooking programs last
night and this chef cut his turkey down the middle,
then cut a duck down the middle, then put a chicken
inside the duck and the duck in the turkey, all had
been individually stuffed etc. Hows that for a
different over the top take on three birds at
Christmas. [wish I was having three birds for
Christmas]
After Christmas we are going down to New York for 5
days, we have luckily been offered an apartment to
stay in, which in New York is a real offer. So Juju is
sorting out HER itinerary and I will as usual follow
along. I hope there's a Hooters in New York, don't
want any of those namby pamby Manhattan pouring bars,
with stupid pretty people everywhere. Ju has even
threatened to hide my shorts which I insist on wearing
even in the snow.
I have had a few side-ways looks by the locals as they
cannot believe that anyone would take the dog out for
a walk bare foot in shorts and a t-shirt when its
snowing and minus 6 degrees. They all think that New
Zealand is obviously closer to the south pole than
they originally thought. They do not believe that it
has never snowed in Auckland and that we have mild not
cold winters. I just tell them to harden up [which
gets the gay boys all excited] and that it isn't that
bad.
Tried to get to Montreal for business on Thursday last
week, however they had 30cm in 2 hours with a 48 hour
spread adding another 60cm. So needless to say
Montreal was crippled, and had more snow in 48 hours
than Turoa/Whakapapa get in a whole season.
Just to lighten the mood, I went to visit a friend in
hospital the other day, I asked him what had happened.
He said his wife was complaining that her breasts were
to small, so he told her to stand in front of the
mirror and rub toilet paper on them and over the years
her breasts would become bigger. When she enquired if
this would truly make her breasts bigger he responded,
"well it worked for your arse didn't it".
Needless to say he was lucky I wasn't visiting him in
the morgue.
I went to a zoo the other day,
When I got there, there was only a dog,
It was a SHIATSU.
In the beginning God created the earth, then rested.
Then he created Man, and rested.
Then he created Woman?
Since then, neither God nor Man has ever rested.
Twelve Days Of Christmas
Pips "Redneck" version
On the twelve day of xmas my women gave to me,
a 12-pack of Bud,
11 maple leaf tickets,
10 Hooters Women,
9 years probation,
8 lap dancers,
7 packs of jerky,
6 cans of spaghetti,
5 flannel shirts,
4 ice tires,
3 pack of condoms,
2 nights of jigy,
and 56" flat screen TV.
CHEERS TO ALL,[IF IN DOUBT DRINK MORE]
WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST
AND HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS.
LOVE TO ALL
TORONTO PIP
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Sunday, November 6, 2005
Juju goes to work and other rare phenomenon: November 6 2005
Hi To All in Kiwiland,
Welcome to "the week that was" another enthrallingepisode of the goings on of Toronto Pip and his Trusty sidekick [or should that be gusty, use your imagination] Mississauga Juju.
I have come to the realisation that although my weekly jejune missives are worthy of a Pulitzer prize no one wants to read a novel [or has the time to] which is sad really as I believe some are taking it all a bit to seriously [life that is]. That's enough about that.
Anyhow, I spent last week working in Vancouver and Victoria Island. It was great, it rained the whole time and was very much like home [weather wise]. I also meet an Australian couple [oldies in there 50's] who were in the process of starting up a brewery. Unfortunately they had son's not daughters, so my dream of living out a Rodney Rude song went up in smoke. You know the one, " Do you ???? on first dates", "Does your dad own brewery", "can I feel your t?ts or will you show em to me". That will get Mum
going so I'll end it there. It was a good weeks work, very fulfilling.
Julie is working [you can pick yourself up now] in a cook book shop, of course as only Juju can, it is the one that is a Toronto Icon that everybody knows. Its not uncommon for people to come in and spend $1000 on cook books. The shop also hosts book launches and all the Canadian chefs frequent the shop looking for inspiration [so I turn up regularily]. I of course have been there on the odd occasion so I have told a few of them how to roast a joint, yes roast not smoke [never been much into that], unlike some of you??? [you know who you are].
Anyway that's enough for now, as I know you will all be shutting off.
One other thing, as you may be aware we live in an area in Toronto that is between the flash part and the gay part of Toronto. I was playing pool with some of the locals, in this case girls [I think you call them lesbians], who laughed their t??s off with my gay dinosaurs joke. The one where archaeologists find bones of obvious gay dino's, so they named the male one megasorearse & the female one licalotapus?
Where was I heading with this. Oh yes anyway these girls know Helen Clark [if you know what I mean, one has had an audience with her] they can't understand why she just doesn't admit it.
I was on the train the other day, and in the car with me was an Australian bloke, a hot Canadian blond, and an old lady. We went through a tunnel and in the dark there was a loud smack. When back in the light the Australian had a red mark on his face. So the old lady thought that in the tunnel the Australian had groped the blond, so she had hit him. The blond thought that in the dark the Australian had tried to grope her, missed and got the old lady who promptly smacked him. The Australian thought that in the dark I had groped
the blond she had tried to hit me, missed and got him.
All I can say, is, I hope another tunnel comes soon so I can smack the Australian again.
Love to all,
Toronto Pip.
Welcome to "the week that was" another enthrallingepisode of the goings on of Toronto Pip and his Trusty sidekick [or should that be gusty, use your imagination] Mississauga Juju.
I have come to the realisation that although my weekly jejune missives are worthy of a Pulitzer prize no one wants to read a novel [or has the time to] which is sad really as I believe some are taking it all a bit to seriously [life that is]. That's enough about that.
Anyhow, I spent last week working in Vancouver and Victoria Island. It was great, it rained the whole time and was very much like home [weather wise]. I also meet an Australian couple [oldies in there 50's] who were in the process of starting up a brewery. Unfortunately they had son's not daughters, so my dream of living out a Rodney Rude song went up in smoke. You know the one, " Do you ???? on first dates", "Does your dad own brewery", "can I feel your t?ts or will you show em to me". That will get Mum
going so I'll end it there. It was a good weeks work, very fulfilling.
Julie is working [you can pick yourself up now] in a cook book shop, of course as only Juju can, it is the one that is a Toronto Icon that everybody knows. Its not uncommon for people to come in and spend $1000 on cook books. The shop also hosts book launches and all the Canadian chefs frequent the shop looking for inspiration [so I turn up regularily]. I of course have been there on the odd occasion so I have told a few of them how to roast a joint, yes roast not smoke [never been much into that], unlike some of you??? [you know who you are].
Anyway that's enough for now, as I know you will all be shutting off.
One other thing, as you may be aware we live in an area in Toronto that is between the flash part and the gay part of Toronto. I was playing pool with some of the locals, in this case girls [I think you call them lesbians], who laughed their t??s off with my gay dinosaurs joke. The one where archaeologists find bones of obvious gay dino's, so they named the male one megasorearse & the female one licalotapus?
Where was I heading with this. Oh yes anyway these girls know Helen Clark [if you know what I mean, one has had an audience with her] they can't understand why she just doesn't admit it.
I was on the train the other day, and in the car with me was an Australian bloke, a hot Canadian blond, and an old lady. We went through a tunnel and in the dark there was a loud smack. When back in the light the Australian had a red mark on his face. So the old lady thought that in the tunnel the Australian had groped the blond, so she had hit him. The blond thought that in the dark the Australian had tried to grope her, missed and got the old lady who promptly smacked him. The Australian thought that in the dark I had groped
the blond she had tried to hit me, missed and got him.
All I can say, is, I hope another tunnel comes soon so I can smack the Australian again.
Love to all,
Toronto Pip.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Hooters and Bill Clinton (a match made in heaven) October 25 2005
Hi To All,
Welcome to "The Week That Was" an enlightening capture
of the goings on of Toronto Pip and his Trusty
(although sometimes dusty sidekick)Mississauga Juju.
As you may be aware I have had some trouble with
writers block, however I am back with vengeance and
some off you may think that my latest jejune missive
is absolute diatribe garbage. But here it is anyway,
and I don't want negative responses questioning the
banality of its contents only being surpassed by the
egregious form of my writing. Wow what a start. Crikey
some of you may need to get the dictionary out for
this one.
Its been good up here and there has been a bit going
on. We had Bill Clinton come into town, quite frankly
the man looks unwell. It does not change the fact that
he still swoons all the girls and does have the
amazing characteristic that is charisma. He
unfortunately declined my offer of a quick pint and a
cigar in the local as he had other arrangements that
were apparently more important. I may have crossed the
line with the cigar and incest comment, I did not have
sexual relations with my relative, I mean I did not
have a sexual relationship with my, alas it was too
late the damage was done and he was gone.
Gondola (yes I know it's a Venetian boat) Rice or what
ever her name is, is also in town, she has the
enviable job of discussing the North American soft
wood issue (maybe they should have sent Bill to do
this one, he has no trouble with soft wood). Anyway
she disagrees with Canada on this one.
It has got cold here, one thing you can rely on is the
weather man, unlike at home in NZ when they say its
going to happen, 97.5% of the time it does. We are
swinging (not literally) between 3 & 8 degrees and we
have been told to expect some snow this weekend. I am
going to celebrate by having a swim in the lake. I
will have to time this right as it is dark at 6pm and
not light again until 7.30am and I would hate to be
ravaged by a marauding salmon or randy bass.
You know when winter is her, the ads go from jet-skis
to snowmobiles overnight. Invitations read bring
firewood, whisky, bear repellent, rifle, skis,
snowmobile optional.
The trees are red,
The grass is dead,
I wonder where the bears is.
The wind is cold,
The moose are bold,
My wife is old.
I think I'll stick to writing the week that was
instead.
We went line dancing and two stepping the other night,
its actually not bad, although the country music does
grind on you. It all went well, but understandably
with all the gay boys in our community there was a
large shortage of females. So the inevitable happened,
I was asked to dance. It was fine as I am at one with
my sexuality, however we had issues as we both
insisted on leading (apparently he is the boy in his
relationship also), it made for some interesting steps
on the dance floor.
Now you are going to have to read my views on the
outcome of NZ's election. Mainly the Auckland
situation which can be seen as an overview of the
country??
Its called "every vote would count"
This election over 90% of us raised off our respective
bums and voted, unfortunately voting in a collective
of bums as well.
But hey that's your right, and if you want a result,
really really want a result then mouthing off at the
dinner party won't cut it.
National pushed hard and did well with the party vote
and very nearly came through. But all through South
Auckland the Maori party were busy enrolling first
time voters with the instruction to vote for the Maori
electorate candidate and give your party vote to
Labour. Nearly Labours down fall. Meantime the Labour
party were very busy working the Islander vote in the
same areas (many Pacificas were hostile to much of
Labours pro gay legislation, I say harden up you guys,
are you forgetting your Fa'a'fafine. But that was
enough for a labour lead coalition. Meanwhile Rodney
Hide mobilised a team of Chinese who got their vote
out and nearly 7000 of the little guys (there taking
over the world you know) and voted for act in Epsom.
The very clear moral here is that Auckland is only the
most ethnically driven city, but not the only one.
Winston gets foreign affairs (god help us), but Not
Trade, (thank god). On the other hand Helen baby will
still write all his scripts so I don't think we'll be
declaring any wars. And it may be that Helen is
getting in a bit of succession planning. Dissent is
not allowed in her presence (your little red books
will be turning up soon). But what happens if Doc
Cullen gets hit by a bus? She knows full well that
most of her caucus couldn't read a bank statement
never mind a balance sheet, as well as the fall out
from the flawed legislation driven by Margaret Wilson
still shows great damage potential.
BUT we have a government with neither Green nor Maori
Party in Cabinet (ye ha), so pass the Pinot Noir and
lets have a drink and plot.
Juju got bored on Sunday and dragged me out into the
cold and decided she wanted to go to "Hooters" for
lunch, Yes Hooters, I can honestly say I had nothing
to do with this, not even planting the seed. We were
served by Tasha a wonderful young lady with great
personal-titty. We watched the games, yes games, there
were five on the go. I must admit I had difficulty
concentrating.
The ice hockey is in full swing and they deserve to
wear pads, they play 2 to 3 times a week and get
smacked up pretty bad.
The American Football is different its an absolute
waste of time. They take two hours to get around 10
Min's of actual ball in play time. Needless to say I
have no interest in this game and have no problem
telling them to harden up and get involved in a real
game.
Well that's all been pretty tame so I better add some
rudeness so that mum will have something to be
embarrassed about. So here goes.
A new friend of mine up here is 58, divorced and has
had the snip (vasectomy for you slow ones). He meet
this fantastic 20 year old and has married her. He
goes to the Doc and says,
"Hey since I saw you last I have a new wife, she is 20
and you won't believe it she is pregnant". "What do
you think about that"?
The doc considers this for a moment.
He begins "I have a friend who is an avid hunter, one
day he goes into the forest and to his absolute
disbelieve he forgot his ammo". "So to not have a
complete shit of a day he decides to do through the
motions anyway". "He sees this huge beaver, a real
trophy one", "so he raises his gun and pretends to
pull the trigger".
"Suddenly two shots rang out and the beaver fell over
dead, WHAT do you think of that"??
Friend
" I'd say someone else pumped a couple of rounds into
that beaver"
Doc
"My Point exactly".
Cheers for now
Love to all
Toronto Pip.
Next week I talk All Black selections and the Kyoto
protocol, won't that be exciting.
Welcome to "The Week That Was" an enlightening capture
of the goings on of Toronto Pip and his Trusty
(although sometimes dusty sidekick)Mississauga Juju.
As you may be aware I have had some trouble with
writers block, however I am back with vengeance and
some off you may think that my latest jejune missive
is absolute diatribe garbage. But here it is anyway,
and I don't want negative responses questioning the
banality of its contents only being surpassed by the
egregious form of my writing. Wow what a start. Crikey
some of you may need to get the dictionary out for
this one.
Its been good up here and there has been a bit going
on. We had Bill Clinton come into town, quite frankly
the man looks unwell. It does not change the fact that
he still swoons all the girls and does have the
amazing characteristic that is charisma. He
unfortunately declined my offer of a quick pint and a
cigar in the local as he had other arrangements that
were apparently more important. I may have crossed the
line with the cigar and incest comment, I did not have
sexual relations with my relative, I mean I did not
have a sexual relationship with my, alas it was too
late the damage was done and he was gone.
Gondola (yes I know it's a Venetian boat) Rice or what
ever her name is, is also in town, she has the
enviable job of discussing the North American soft
wood issue (maybe they should have sent Bill to do
this one, he has no trouble with soft wood). Anyway
she disagrees with Canada on this one.
It has got cold here, one thing you can rely on is the
weather man, unlike at home in NZ when they say its
going to happen, 97.5% of the time it does. We are
swinging (not literally) between 3 & 8 degrees and we
have been told to expect some snow this weekend. I am
going to celebrate by having a swim in the lake. I
will have to time this right as it is dark at 6pm and
not light again until 7.30am and I would hate to be
ravaged by a marauding salmon or randy bass.
You know when winter is her, the ads go from jet-skis
to snowmobiles overnight. Invitations read bring
firewood, whisky, bear repellent, rifle, skis,
snowmobile optional.
The trees are red,
The grass is dead,
I wonder where the bears is.
The wind is cold,
The moose are bold,
My wife is old.
I think I'll stick to writing the week that was
instead.
We went line dancing and two stepping the other night,
its actually not bad, although the country music does
grind on you. It all went well, but understandably
with all the gay boys in our community there was a
large shortage of females. So the inevitable happened,
I was asked to dance. It was fine as I am at one with
my sexuality, however we had issues as we both
insisted on leading (apparently he is the boy in his
relationship also), it made for some interesting steps
on the dance floor.
Now you are going to have to read my views on the
outcome of NZ's election. Mainly the Auckland
situation which can be seen as an overview of the
country??
Its called "every vote would count"
This election over 90% of us raised off our respective
bums and voted, unfortunately voting in a collective
of bums as well.
But hey that's your right, and if you want a result,
really really want a result then mouthing off at the
dinner party won't cut it.
National pushed hard and did well with the party vote
and very nearly came through. But all through South
Auckland the Maori party were busy enrolling first
time voters with the instruction to vote for the Maori
electorate candidate and give your party vote to
Labour. Nearly Labours down fall. Meantime the Labour
party were very busy working the Islander vote in the
same areas (many Pacificas were hostile to much of
Labours pro gay legislation, I say harden up you guys,
are you forgetting your Fa'a'fafine. But that was
enough for a labour lead coalition. Meanwhile Rodney
Hide mobilised a team of Chinese who got their vote
out and nearly 7000 of the little guys (there taking
over the world you know) and voted for act in Epsom.
The very clear moral here is that Auckland is only the
most ethnically driven city, but not the only one.
Winston gets foreign affairs (god help us), but Not
Trade, (thank god). On the other hand Helen baby will
still write all his scripts so I don't think we'll be
declaring any wars. And it may be that Helen is
getting in a bit of succession planning. Dissent is
not allowed in her presence (your little red books
will be turning up soon). But what happens if Doc
Cullen gets hit by a bus? She knows full well that
most of her caucus couldn't read a bank statement
never mind a balance sheet, as well as the fall out
from the flawed legislation driven by Margaret Wilson
still shows great damage potential.
BUT we have a government with neither Green nor Maori
Party in Cabinet (ye ha), so pass the Pinot Noir and
lets have a drink and plot.
Juju got bored on Sunday and dragged me out into the
cold and decided she wanted to go to "Hooters" for
lunch, Yes Hooters, I can honestly say I had nothing
to do with this, not even planting the seed. We were
served by Tasha a wonderful young lady with great
personal-titty. We watched the games, yes games, there
were five on the go. I must admit I had difficulty
concentrating.
The ice hockey is in full swing and they deserve to
wear pads, they play 2 to 3 times a week and get
smacked up pretty bad.
The American Football is different its an absolute
waste of time. They take two hours to get around 10
Min's of actual ball in play time. Needless to say I
have no interest in this game and have no problem
telling them to harden up and get involved in a real
game.
Well that's all been pretty tame so I better add some
rudeness so that mum will have something to be
embarrassed about. So here goes.
A new friend of mine up here is 58, divorced and has
had the snip (vasectomy for you slow ones). He meet
this fantastic 20 year old and has married her. He
goes to the Doc and says,
"Hey since I saw you last I have a new wife, she is 20
and you won't believe it she is pregnant". "What do
you think about that"?
The doc considers this for a moment.
He begins "I have a friend who is an avid hunter, one
day he goes into the forest and to his absolute
disbelieve he forgot his ammo". "So to not have a
complete shit of a day he decides to do through the
motions anyway". "He sees this huge beaver, a real
trophy one", "so he raises his gun and pretends to
pull the trigger".
"Suddenly two shots rang out and the beaver fell over
dead, WHAT do you think of that"??
Friend
" I'd say someone else pumped a couple of rounds into
that beaver"
Doc
"My Point exactly".
Cheers for now
Love to all
Toronto Pip.
Next week I talk All Black selections and the Kyoto
protocol, won't that be exciting.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Bro and Broess in Town: October 18 2005
Hi to all,
Paint me red and call me rusty, all the girls are big
and busty. I'm back, for this I apologise?
I know you won't believe me but "Toronto Pip" actually
had writers block [yes I can here you all say its a
shame his oral orifice didn't suffer the same]. I have
tried a few times but to no avail! And my Trusty [or
should that be musty] side kick Mississauga Juju was
of no help either.
So warning to all, I'm back and I have allot to say,
some of it personal some not, so it could be a novel.
Get a coffee and chocolate biscuit, sit back and
enjoy.
Chapter One:
"Outlaw Paul & Moira" leave for NZ.
Anyway, "Outlaw Paul & Moira" left for home, there
were tears [and that was just me, see next sentence].
It was truly sad to see them go, it was fantastic to
have them here and their generosity towards us was
bloody fantastic [hence my tears]. It took me a full
day to stop Mississauga Juju from leaking [she needs
to cut back on the beer, I was lead to believe that
girls retained water]?. She really enjoyed having her
parents here, and their travelling together around
Canada will be a memory we will have forever. I only
hope "Outlaw Paul & Moira" survive the opening of
their Visa bill, so that they enjoy this memory also.
To be honest we could not have done it with out them.
So "Outlaw Moira & Paul" a huge thanks from Toronto
Pip".
Chapter Two:
"Bro Matt" [It was a birthday visit]& "Sis-outlaw
Linda" turn up.
After seeing "Outlaw Paul & Moira" off on Thursday
lunch time, Toronto Pip & Mississauga Juju only just
had time to finish dinner and I was back to the
airport Friday morning to pick up "Bro & Outlaw-Sis"
It was a short 4 night, 5 day whirl wind tour of
alcohol, food & women, [I mean drinking, eating, &
some sight seeing].
Friday up the Manu-life building to the 53rd floor bar
that gives you a bloody fantastic view of Toronto. We
scored with a clear night however the cold wind did
its best to spoil the event. After this we went to
"Hemingway's" the Kiwi owned bar, that we frequent,
"Bro & Outlaw-sis" meet the owner Marty who although
has a pony tail is a bloody fantastic bloke. He stayed
for a chat and then kindly shouted a few quiet ones.
Saturday morning cruised and went to famous St Laurent
food market. In the afternoon "Bro" shouted us all to
"the ball game" [baseball] and we watched the Toronto
Blue Jays play the Kansas City Royals. It was the
second to last game of the season, however it didn't
lack any atmosphere. We did the normal things, beer
drinking, peanut eating and shell spitting as well as
the "staple" hot-dog eating. After this it was off to
a small establishment that has 179 beers on the menu.
I have made it up #42 so far [Not in one sitting, that
would be stupid]. I believe Mum & Dad had a hand in
the financing of a few quiet ones here. I did you
proud mum & dad I paced myself and only had 8 pints
instead of my normal 10. Makes all the girls beautiful
then eh?
Sunday we went to Niagara Falls and did the tourist
bit, Bro and Sis-outlaw-law enjoyed this and I have to
say it doesn't matter how many times you see it [not
to boast but I have been to Niagara falls 10 times] it
is still a great sight. Then down to the town of
Niagara on the Lake. We had a picnic by the lake, and
did a couple of vineyards, then back to Toronto for
more food and alcohol.
Monday, shopping was the order of the day and some
other touristy things, and then a home meal with my
new world famous meatballs and sauce. You have to try
it to believe it [come on up its worth it].
Tuesday another trip to the airport and more leaking.
For the next week Ju and I sat stunned and in silence
[hard for me] wondering what the hell had just
happened. Back to our Toronto life and missing
everybody madly.
Send donations to "Save Toronto Pip" fund, C/o TD
Canada Trust Bank, Toronto, reference Toronto Pip, all
donations gratefully accepted and are tax deductible,
[at my end not yours], he he.
Chapter Three:
"Life goes on"
USA, I have managed to steer clear of bullet proof
vest and hand gun country [Detroit] but next couple of
weeks I will have to venture forth with trepidation.
Then down to Toledo.Ohio where it looks like I will
need to keep the vest handy also. Then across to
Cleveland.Ohio, fly to Chicago.Illinois, Buffalo.New
York, as they all need visiting as well. At least they
are great places to be.
Canada I also will be visiting Ottawa, Montreal,
Calgary & Vancouver so will be flat out until Xmas.
Only have six weeks as after that snow and crap
weather makes travelling a bit tricky.
We have just had Thanks Giving which was great [and
before you smart ones jump up and down, Canada has it
a month earlier than USA]. Juju made her first pumpkin
pie which they have as a desert. It kind of sounds
bizarre but it works. You have it with whipped cream &
ice-cream. [I have sent you all a piece, so beware the
squishy mail, ha-ha]
The city is building up for Xmas, all the street
lights are being wrapped in fairy lights [which has
got all the gay boys excited, with fairy lights and
all].
Still we have to get through Halloween first, bloody
hell you have never seen anything like it, the effort
that allot of families and apartments go to are
unbelievable. Ghosts, skeletons and jack-o-lanterns
everywhere up in trees on balconies suspended in
mid-air and all. And I have never seen so many huge
pumpkins in all my life.
Anyway enough about all that. I have been doing my
best to keep the world together and in harmony,
[albeit with mother nature doing her best to stuff it
right back up us], all though at times my patients
has been stretched. I thought Canada was English
French speaking, yet I still get asked on a daily
basis to repeat myself. I even had a rag-head taxi
driver the other ask me to speak English, I nearly hit
him. I gave him my best prolonged diatribe of most
excellent orating I could muster, including swear
words in my best English. He unfortunately thought I
had gone mad and was going to kill him so he called
the police. So this next little bit is from me to you
about him.
Its called fucking "Towel Heads".
I received a warning [from the police] about the use
of this politically incorrect term.
We need to be more sensitive in our choice of words
they say.
They informed me that the Islams [terrorists, who hate
our cuts and want to kill us],
Do Not like to be called "Towel Heads".
Since the item they wear on their heads is not a
towel, but in fact, a small folded sheet.
So therefore, from this point forward, please refer to
them as "LITTLE SHEET HEADS"
Also.
I boarded a flight carrying two dead raccoons
[I wanted to make a Daniel Boon Hat]
and the stewardess said "I'm sorry sir only one
carrion allowed per customer"
Two fish swim into a concrete wall, one turns to the
other and says "dam".
Two peanuts walk into a bar, one was a salted.
So long for now, I hope you enjoyed.
Love to all,
Toronto Pip.
Paint me red and call me rusty, all the girls are big
and busty. I'm back, for this I apologise?
I know you won't believe me but "Toronto Pip" actually
had writers block [yes I can here you all say its a
shame his oral orifice didn't suffer the same]. I have
tried a few times but to no avail! And my Trusty [or
should that be musty] side kick Mississauga Juju was
of no help either.
So warning to all, I'm back and I have allot to say,
some of it personal some not, so it could be a novel.
Get a coffee and chocolate biscuit, sit back and
enjoy.
Chapter One:
"Outlaw Paul & Moira" leave for NZ.
Anyway, "Outlaw Paul & Moira" left for home, there
were tears [and that was just me, see next sentence].
It was truly sad to see them go, it was fantastic to
have them here and their generosity towards us was
bloody fantastic [hence my tears]. It took me a full
day to stop Mississauga Juju from leaking [she needs
to cut back on the beer, I was lead to believe that
girls retained water]?. She really enjoyed having her
parents here, and their travelling together around
Canada will be a memory we will have forever. I only
hope "Outlaw Paul & Moira" survive the opening of
their Visa bill, so that they enjoy this memory also.
To be honest we could not have done it with out them.
So "Outlaw Moira & Paul" a huge thanks from Toronto
Pip".
Chapter Two:
"Bro Matt" [It was a birthday visit]& "Sis-outlaw
Linda" turn up.
After seeing "Outlaw Paul & Moira" off on Thursday
lunch time, Toronto Pip & Mississauga Juju only just
had time to finish dinner and I was back to the
airport Friday morning to pick up "Bro & Outlaw-Sis"
It was a short 4 night, 5 day whirl wind tour of
alcohol, food & women, [I mean drinking, eating, &
some sight seeing].
Friday up the Manu-life building to the 53rd floor bar
that gives you a bloody fantastic view of Toronto. We
scored with a clear night however the cold wind did
its best to spoil the event. After this we went to
"Hemingway's" the Kiwi owned bar, that we frequent,
"Bro & Outlaw-sis" meet the owner Marty who although
has a pony tail is a bloody fantastic bloke. He stayed
for a chat and then kindly shouted a few quiet ones.
Saturday morning cruised and went to famous St Laurent
food market. In the afternoon "Bro" shouted us all to
"the ball game" [baseball] and we watched the Toronto
Blue Jays play the Kansas City Royals. It was the
second to last game of the season, however it didn't
lack any atmosphere. We did the normal things, beer
drinking, peanut eating and shell spitting as well as
the "staple" hot-dog eating. After this it was off to
a small establishment that has 179 beers on the menu.
I have made it up #42 so far [Not in one sitting, that
would be stupid]. I believe Mum & Dad had a hand in
the financing of a few quiet ones here. I did you
proud mum & dad I paced myself and only had 8 pints
instead of my normal 10. Makes all the girls beautiful
then eh?
Sunday we went to Niagara Falls and did the tourist
bit, Bro and Sis-outlaw-law enjoyed this and I have to
say it doesn't matter how many times you see it [not
to boast but I have been to Niagara falls 10 times] it
is still a great sight. Then down to the town of
Niagara on the Lake. We had a picnic by the lake, and
did a couple of vineyards, then back to Toronto for
more food and alcohol.
Monday, shopping was the order of the day and some
other touristy things, and then a home meal with my
new world famous meatballs and sauce. You have to try
it to believe it [come on up its worth it].
Tuesday another trip to the airport and more leaking.
For the next week Ju and I sat stunned and in silence
[hard for me] wondering what the hell had just
happened. Back to our Toronto life and missing
everybody madly.
Send donations to "Save Toronto Pip" fund, C/o TD
Canada Trust Bank, Toronto, reference Toronto Pip, all
donations gratefully accepted and are tax deductible,
[at my end not yours], he he.
Chapter Three:
"Life goes on"
USA, I have managed to steer clear of bullet proof
vest and hand gun country [Detroit] but next couple of
weeks I will have to venture forth with trepidation.
Then down to Toledo.Ohio where it looks like I will
need to keep the vest handy also. Then across to
Cleveland.Ohio, fly to Chicago.Illinois, Buffalo.New
York, as they all need visiting as well. At least they
are great places to be.
Canada I also will be visiting Ottawa, Montreal,
Calgary & Vancouver so will be flat out until Xmas.
Only have six weeks as after that snow and crap
weather makes travelling a bit tricky.
We have just had Thanks Giving which was great [and
before you smart ones jump up and down, Canada has it
a month earlier than USA]. Juju made her first pumpkin
pie which they have as a desert. It kind of sounds
bizarre but it works. You have it with whipped cream &
ice-cream. [I have sent you all a piece, so beware the
squishy mail, ha-ha]
The city is building up for Xmas, all the street
lights are being wrapped in fairy lights [which has
got all the gay boys excited, with fairy lights and
all].
Still we have to get through Halloween first, bloody
hell you have never seen anything like it, the effort
that allot of families and apartments go to are
unbelievable. Ghosts, skeletons and jack-o-lanterns
everywhere up in trees on balconies suspended in
mid-air and all. And I have never seen so many huge
pumpkins in all my life.
Anyway enough about all that. I have been doing my
best to keep the world together and in harmony,
[albeit with mother nature doing her best to stuff it
right back up us], all though at times my patients
has been stretched. I thought Canada was English
French speaking, yet I still get asked on a daily
basis to repeat myself. I even had a rag-head taxi
driver the other ask me to speak English, I nearly hit
him. I gave him my best prolonged diatribe of most
excellent orating I could muster, including swear
words in my best English. He unfortunately thought I
had gone mad and was going to kill him so he called
the police. So this next little bit is from me to you
about him.
Its called fucking "Towel Heads".
I received a warning [from the police] about the use
of this politically incorrect term.
We need to be more sensitive in our choice of words
they say.
They informed me that the Islams [terrorists, who hate
our cuts and want to kill us],
Do Not like to be called "Towel Heads".
Since the item they wear on their heads is not a
towel, but in fact, a small folded sheet.
So therefore, from this point forward, please refer to
them as "LITTLE SHEET HEADS"
Also.
I boarded a flight carrying two dead raccoons
[I wanted to make a Daniel Boon Hat]
and the stewardess said "I'm sorry sir only one
carrion allowed per customer"
Two fish swim into a concrete wall, one turns to the
other and says "dam".
Two peanuts walk into a bar, one was a salted.
So long for now, I hope you enjoyed.
Love to all,
Toronto Pip.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Just Surviving Here, There and Everywhere: September 27 2005
Tena ia tangate,
[Hi All],
Welcome to "the week that was". A totally whimsical,
exciting & profound look at the goings on of Toronto
Pip and his trusty [or should that be musty] sidekick
Mississauga Juju.
Well its been a busy few weeks with "outlaw Paul &
Moira" and of course that dirty four letter word
"work".
Yes the "outlaws are still here, 5 weeks realllllllly
goes fast really it does? They have been travelling
around with "Jujuknowall", this time they have been
searching out relatives in Quebec City [which is
absolutely beautiful and is just like being in France,
so I'm told] and Montreal [which is also beautiful and
the old port area is like being in France, which I
know]. However you do have to put up with the
Quebecois who make the real Frenchies look like
angels. Nothing is translated into any other language
not even road signs, even there car number plate
surrounds read "Je Me Souviens" which translated means
"I Remember". [ie. we haven't forgotten you english
bastards attacked us]? So getting back to relies
really none of Canada or North America mind you is
safe from Juju and her quest to have a relative from
everywhere. Now I have to put up with the "screaming
banshee" who's relatives fought and settled on the
very ground I currently walk and reside. Our apartment
resembles a journalists desk, with maps, genealogy
trees, photo's, maps, history stories. The madness
never ends. I keep threatening to start on my
relatives who were in Nova Scotia for a while, however
"Jujuknowalls" were there first.
I of course can't escape this madness and was over
heard yelling "stop the world I want to get off"
unfortunately this outburst was at 35,000 feet on a
flight to Chicago. After a short discussion with the
travelling "air marshal", yes they do exist, not
helped with me wanting to see his weapon [gun you
sicko, I haven't gone that way yet], so I spent the
rest of the flight handcuffed to my seat. Which made
it very hard to drink my Bloody Mary while searching
for a virgin called Mary, I mean I was flying Virgin
Air and the hostess was called Mary.
They released me once I pleaded, explained that the
"outlaws" had been here for 4 weeks, my blood pressure
pills weren't working,
and obey-one-wive-only [this is a star wars fantasy of
mine, with Princess Lay-her] and that "she who must be
obeyed" was tracking her geological history [not
helped by me explaining that who cares as it was 100's
of years ago and they are dead anyway, which is what
I'll be if I keep that approach going].
Speaking of pills I got them mixed up the other night
while in my hotel room after realising that I was in
Chicago on my own and away from my "living hell" [its
not that bad really], sense's heightened by the fact
that the hotel I stay at is also used by airline crew
[including Mary from Virgin, who definitely isn't],
and not to mention I had had a few quiet rums. So
instead of taking my blood pressure pills I took
Viagra. So I spent the whole night with a raging I
mean racing heart, there was one benefit though and
that was that there was absolutely no chance of me
falling out of bed???
I'll give you a run down on my week, so you can feel
for me and then there will be an outpouring of
sympathy and many donations to the save the "Toronto
Pip Fund".
Monday.
Morning, Toronto, work.
Afternoon, fly Detroit, couple of meetings.
Evening, fly to Chicago.
Tuesday. Chicago.
Morning, meetings, driving around central city
architects etc.
Afternoon, as above.
Evening, hotel bar, airline hostesses, dinner etc etc.
Wednesday.
Morning, meetings. Driving around flooring contractors
which make Hills Flooring's look like a small
non-event.
Afternoon as above.
Evening, fly to Detroit, back to Toronto.
Walk in door at home 2.30am Thursday [no wife, busy
chasing dead people].
Thursday,
AM. Collect McGregor from his best friends house, all
day in office.
Friday,
AM. Office.
PM. McGregor & I drive to Montreal [545km in 4hrs]
YeeHaaaaaaaaaaa you got to love the straight roads and
130km speed limit [unofficial]. Great hotel in middle
of Montreal [thanks "outlaw Moira & Paul"
Saturday,
ARRRRRGGGGGG WE VISITED ANOTHER BLOODY LAKE. Well
actually and technically it is the St-Laurent seaway
which runs from the Atlantic to lake Ontario, [I said
to Juju that if she really wants to track the
ancestor's she should do this in a kayak]. My life
expectancy shortened once again, getting very good at
sleeping with one eye open?
Stayed in another magnificent B&B, when we get back to
NZ [3 years] we are seriously thinking of opening one.
That's all for now, Matt & Linda [brother &
Sister-in-law] are here on Friday. So that will be a
good reason & grounds for a big night on the truth
serum, and needless to say ammunition for the next
"week that was".
So bye for now, I know you all miss me, oh I'm getting
all teary eyed, [eh right, tui add]
Love to all
Toronto Pip.
[Hi All],
Welcome to "the week that was". A totally whimsical,
exciting & profound look at the goings on of Toronto
Pip and his trusty [or should that be musty] sidekick
Mississauga Juju.
Well its been a busy few weeks with "outlaw Paul &
Moira" and of course that dirty four letter word
"work".
Yes the "outlaws are still here, 5 weeks realllllllly
goes fast really it does? They have been travelling
around with "Jujuknowall", this time they have been
searching out relatives in Quebec City [which is
absolutely beautiful and is just like being in France,
so I'm told] and Montreal [which is also beautiful and
the old port area is like being in France, which I
know]. However you do have to put up with the
Quebecois who make the real Frenchies look like
angels. Nothing is translated into any other language
not even road signs, even there car number plate
surrounds read "Je Me Souviens" which translated means
"I Remember". [ie. we haven't forgotten you english
bastards attacked us]? So getting back to relies
really none of Canada or North America mind you is
safe from Juju and her quest to have a relative from
everywhere. Now I have to put up with the "screaming
banshee" who's relatives fought and settled on the
very ground I currently walk and reside. Our apartment
resembles a journalists desk, with maps, genealogy
trees, photo's, maps, history stories. The madness
never ends. I keep threatening to start on my
relatives who were in Nova Scotia for a while, however
"Jujuknowalls" were there first.
I of course can't escape this madness and was over
heard yelling "stop the world I want to get off"
unfortunately this outburst was at 35,000 feet on a
flight to Chicago. After a short discussion with the
travelling "air marshal", yes they do exist, not
helped with me wanting to see his weapon [gun you
sicko, I haven't gone that way yet], so I spent the
rest of the flight handcuffed to my seat. Which made
it very hard to drink my Bloody Mary while searching
for a virgin called Mary, I mean I was flying Virgin
Air and the hostess was called Mary.
They released me once I pleaded, explained that the
"outlaws" had been here for 4 weeks, my blood pressure
pills weren't working,
and obey-one-wive-only [this is a star wars fantasy of
mine, with Princess Lay-her] and that "she who must be
obeyed" was tracking her geological history [not
helped by me explaining that who cares as it was 100's
of years ago and they are dead anyway, which is what
I'll be if I keep that approach going].
Speaking of pills I got them mixed up the other night
while in my hotel room after realising that I was in
Chicago on my own and away from my "living hell" [its
not that bad really], sense's heightened by the fact
that the hotel I stay at is also used by airline crew
[including Mary from Virgin, who definitely isn't],
and not to mention I had had a few quiet rums. So
instead of taking my blood pressure pills I took
Viagra. So I spent the whole night with a raging I
mean racing heart, there was one benefit though and
that was that there was absolutely no chance of me
falling out of bed???
I'll give you a run down on my week, so you can feel
for me and then there will be an outpouring of
sympathy and many donations to the save the "Toronto
Pip Fund".
Monday.
Morning, Toronto, work.
Afternoon, fly Detroit, couple of meetings.
Evening, fly to Chicago.
Tuesday. Chicago.
Morning, meetings, driving around central city
architects etc.
Afternoon, as above.
Evening, hotel bar, airline hostesses, dinner etc etc.
Wednesday.
Morning, meetings. Driving around flooring contractors
which make Hills Flooring's look like a small
non-event.
Afternoon as above.
Evening, fly to Detroit, back to Toronto.
Walk in door at home 2.30am Thursday [no wife, busy
chasing dead people].
Thursday,
AM. Collect McGregor from his best friends house, all
day in office.
Friday,
AM. Office.
PM. McGregor & I drive to Montreal [545km in 4hrs]
YeeHaaaaaaaaaaa you got to love the straight roads and
130km speed limit [unofficial]. Great hotel in middle
of Montreal [thanks "outlaw Moira & Paul"
Saturday,
ARRRRRGGGGGG WE VISITED ANOTHER BLOODY LAKE. Well
actually and technically it is the St-Laurent seaway
which runs from the Atlantic to lake Ontario, [I said
to Juju that if she really wants to track the
ancestor's she should do this in a kayak]. My life
expectancy shortened once again, getting very good at
sleeping with one eye open?
Stayed in another magnificent B&B, when we get back to
NZ [3 years] we are seriously thinking of opening one.
That's all for now, Matt & Linda [brother &
Sister-in-law] are here on Friday. So that will be a
good reason & grounds for a big night on the truth
serum, and needless to say ammunition for the next
"week that was".
So bye for now, I know you all miss me, oh I'm getting
all teary eyed, [eh right, tui add]
Love to all
Toronto Pip.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Outlaws at Niagara and other places: September 13 2005
Hi All,
From The Winter-less North, that is Toronto, welcome
to "the week that was".
Another action packed, enchanting, riveting and
totally absorbing adventure of Toronto Pip and his
trusty [or should that be busty] side-kick [its better
than drop-kick] Mississauga Juju. Plus the temporary
[thank god] appearance of the "Outlaws", dan dan dan
dannnnn [picture this with dramatic music].
The mention of the winter-less north, has been thrown
in early on as normally talking about the weather is
both boring and generally puts people to sleep. I
don't mean to harp on but when will the heat stop???
Its hovering around the early 30's still, and quite
frankly I just wish it would piss of and start
snowing, however you have to be careful of what
company you are in when you mention this, as some
Ontarians take it all a bit seriously.
Well the "outlaws" have been here for two weeks [feels
like months], and its been amazing [really it is], its
amazing that there hasn't been a murder. Anyway Ju and
the "outlaws" have been exploring Toronto during the
day, then after work tour guide "Toronto Pip" kicks
in, this makes for some interesting, relaxing &
tranquil trips in the car during rush hour when 2
million people are trying to get home, [quick pass the
pepto bismol, or should that be pips-live-is-dismal].
Well on Friday we went to Niagara on the Lake, this is
a small town about 15-20 mins from the actual falls.
It is an absolutely stunning setting, with grand old
things everywhere [and not just "outlaw Paul & Moira"
but the "evil witch" also] I mean all colonial houses,
and the main street and its flowers are spectacular
[oh god I've caught outlawitis, send help, send money,
send anything, send something].
We stayed at a 200 hundred year old B&B which was just
out of town, in a peach orchard and next to all the
Niagara vineyards [good eh]. We were allowed to take
McGregor which was good and he and the farm dog Max
the Alsatian got on well, not so good with the
farmhouse pussy [cat, you sicko] Hannibal, at least I
think it was a cat, it was this Hairy & Fluffy thing
that moved from time to time. It certainly wasn't a
hairless chawawa, or a fine haired Siamese [like all
pussies should be??].
Friday afternoon [late] we drove 15 mins to the falls
[Niagara Falls you slow ones], you know just popped in
to have a look and watch the sun go down. Then back
into town for dinner.
Saturday we hit the vineyards, [the 3 major ones]. I
of course gravitated, no headed straight to the
tasting rooms, while "she devil" as per usual got to
know all about the architecture, the wine, the people,
etc etc. Me with all the tact in the world put on an
Aussie accent, and behaved like Russel Crowe, and
explained that they had no idea how to make red wine &
which tasting room is free. I had to be careful though
as the drink drive laws up here are pretty strict [You
can't drive home slightly tipsy [blind drunk] like
back at home.
Then Saturday afternoon we headed back towards the
falls, and walked around the botanical gardens, [help
me please], then to the butterfly house [really, help
me]. It was actually astonishingly beautiful, and I
have never seen butterfly's like it, and some of the
moths were the size of a football [helllllpppppp
meeeeeeee].
I got severely reprimanded in the gift shop when I
announced why in hell did they not sell butterfly nets
or bug spray?
Then back to Niagara Falls, [why, because we could]?
Then around the river and up to look at Lake Eerie and
over the Peace Bridge to Buffalo USA, big mistake,
there had been some Hispanic march or something so I
had to call into the local gun store and buy "the
banshee" & "outlaws" bullet proof vests, then teach
"outlaw Paul" how to use the Beretta and "outlaw
Moira" the pump action shotty while I zig zagged our
way back to the Rainbow Bridge and back onto Canadian
soil [thank god].
Then back to Toronto. "Outlaw & Ju have gone up to
P.E.I [Price Edward Island] Anne of Green Gables
country, "outlaw Paul's" ancestors came from there so
good for Paul and of course he has the walking
encyclopedia [she who knows all] Juju with him, so
they should have a great time.
I of course am batching for 4 days with McGregor [what
can we get up to???]. So he and I will walk the
streets trying to spot actors. We have the Toronto
Film Festival" in town so there are celeb's
everywhere. I have so far en counted [seen up
close]Pierce Bronson [looks alright], Madonna [not
flash in the flesh], Val Kilmer [you girls would like
him], and Charlize Theron [oh yer baby, huminer
huminer].
So I will use the next few days to relax and catch up
with some sleep [yer right]
Anyway that's all for now, I am of to Chicago [on my
own] again next week as well as Montreal with the
"outlaws", and then the following week to Calgary and
Edmonton, Alberta and if I can fit it in Vancouver. So
that will make for some good up and coming issues of
"the week that was".
Love to all,
Toronto Pip
From The Winter-less North, that is Toronto, welcome
to "the week that was".
Another action packed, enchanting, riveting and
totally absorbing adventure of Toronto Pip and his
trusty [or should that be busty] side-kick [its better
than drop-kick] Mississauga Juju. Plus the temporary
[thank god] appearance of the "Outlaws", dan dan dan
dannnnn [picture this with dramatic music].
The mention of the winter-less north, has been thrown
in early on as normally talking about the weather is
both boring and generally puts people to sleep. I
don't mean to harp on but when will the heat stop???
Its hovering around the early 30's still, and quite
frankly I just wish it would piss of and start
snowing, however you have to be careful of what
company you are in when you mention this, as some
Ontarians take it all a bit seriously.
Well the "outlaws" have been here for two weeks [feels
like months], and its been amazing [really it is], its
amazing that there hasn't been a murder. Anyway Ju and
the "outlaws" have been exploring Toronto during the
day, then after work tour guide "Toronto Pip" kicks
in, this makes for some interesting, relaxing &
tranquil trips in the car during rush hour when 2
million people are trying to get home, [quick pass the
pepto bismol, or should that be pips-live-is-dismal].
Well on Friday we went to Niagara on the Lake, this is
a small town about 15-20 mins from the actual falls.
It is an absolutely stunning setting, with grand old
things everywhere [and not just "outlaw Paul & Moira"
but the "evil witch" also] I mean all colonial houses,
and the main street and its flowers are spectacular
[oh god I've caught outlawitis, send help, send money,
send anything, send something].
We stayed at a 200 hundred year old B&B which was just
out of town, in a peach orchard and next to all the
Niagara vineyards [good eh]. We were allowed to take
McGregor which was good and he and the farm dog Max
the Alsatian got on well, not so good with the
farmhouse pussy [cat, you sicko] Hannibal, at least I
think it was a cat, it was this Hairy & Fluffy thing
that moved from time to time. It certainly wasn't a
hairless chawawa, or a fine haired Siamese [like all
pussies should be??].
Friday afternoon [late] we drove 15 mins to the falls
[Niagara Falls you slow ones], you know just popped in
to have a look and watch the sun go down. Then back
into town for dinner.
Saturday we hit the vineyards, [the 3 major ones]. I
of course gravitated, no headed straight to the
tasting rooms, while "she devil" as per usual got to
know all about the architecture, the wine, the people,
etc etc. Me with all the tact in the world put on an
Aussie accent, and behaved like Russel Crowe, and
explained that they had no idea how to make red wine &
which tasting room is free. I had to be careful though
as the drink drive laws up here are pretty strict [You
can't drive home slightly tipsy [blind drunk] like
back at home.
Then Saturday afternoon we headed back towards the
falls, and walked around the botanical gardens, [help
me please], then to the butterfly house [really, help
me]. It was actually astonishingly beautiful, and I
have never seen butterfly's like it, and some of the
moths were the size of a football [helllllpppppp
meeeeeeee].
I got severely reprimanded in the gift shop when I
announced why in hell did they not sell butterfly nets
or bug spray?
Then back to Niagara Falls, [why, because we could]?
Then around the river and up to look at Lake Eerie and
over the Peace Bridge to Buffalo USA, big mistake,
there had been some Hispanic march or something so I
had to call into the local gun store and buy "the
banshee" & "outlaws" bullet proof vests, then teach
"outlaw Paul" how to use the Beretta and "outlaw
Moira" the pump action shotty while I zig zagged our
way back to the Rainbow Bridge and back onto Canadian
soil [thank god].
Then back to Toronto. "Outlaw & Ju have gone up to
P.E.I [Price Edward Island] Anne of Green Gables
country, "outlaw Paul's" ancestors came from there so
good for Paul and of course he has the walking
encyclopedia [she who knows all] Juju with him, so
they should have a great time.
I of course am batching for 4 days with McGregor [what
can we get up to???]. So he and I will walk the
streets trying to spot actors. We have the Toronto
Film Festival" in town so there are celeb's
everywhere. I have so far en counted [seen up
close]Pierce Bronson [looks alright], Madonna [not
flash in the flesh], Val Kilmer [you girls would like
him], and Charlize Theron [oh yer baby, huminer
huminer].
So I will use the next few days to relax and catch up
with some sleep [yer right]
Anyway that's all for now, I am of to Chicago [on my
own] again next week as well as Montreal with the
"outlaws", and then the following week to Calgary and
Edmonton, Alberta and if I can fit it in Vancouver. So
that will make for some good up and coming issues of
"the week that was".
Love to all,
Toronto Pip
Monday, September 5, 2005
The In-laws in town: September 7 2005
Hi All,
Welcome to another "the week that was", full of the
enthralling, exciting, and the sometimes unbelievable
adventures of Toronto Pip and his trusty [or should
that be crusty] side-kick Mississauga Juju.
As you may be aware I have the "outlaws" [parents in
law for you slow ones] up here visiting, so as you can
imagine I am on my best behaviour, "yer right". With
the oldies up here, as well as Juju's parents, the
touring around is a bit interesting, early dinners,
mashed food, loud talking [I've never had a problem in
that department] etc, and that's just for Julie, it
makes for some interesting evenings. I was going to
take Paul to he "Brass Rail" [a quality
establishment], however I didn't want to have a heart
attack on my hands so canned that tour.
As you are probably all aware on the 2nd of Sept I
turned over yet another year [with another year some
hoped that I would grow up, mature, etc, however that
just seems so boring]. For those of you who
remembered, thank you for your emails, kind words, and
caring anecdotes etc. For those of you who didn't, you
should be ashamed of yourselves, however you can
redeem all by sending a substantial donation to the
Toronto Pip Fund [a none profit organisation set up
for re-hydration [drinking], meeting new acquaintances
[chasing local wildlife], food distribution [eating],
fitness [watching sport at the local bar]. All
donations are tax deductible and can be sent to the TD
Canadian Trust Bank Toronto, [just use Toronto Pip as
the reference, they know who I am].
As I have always said;
" Life should not be a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well
preserved body"
"But rather to Skid in sideways, Rum in one hand,
Viagra in the other, body thoroughly worn out and
screaming "yee ha" WHAT A RIDE!
We just had our last long weekend for the year which
means we are on the downward slide into winter and yes
you guessed it, we went to a lake [yes a lake] for the
weekend. We drove north with the "outlaws" and went up
to the well known "Muskoka area" [cottage country] as
we drove I acted as tour guide pointing out points of
interest on the way [blonds, brunettes, etc], as well
as noting the Canadian wildlife [blonds, redheads,
etc]. Needless to say "outlaw Paul" enjoyed this very
much.
We stayed at a very nice place right on "Gull Lake"
yes another ....... lake! "Outlaw Moira" enjoyed this.
We took a lake tour of "Muskoka" on an old steam
vessel, a "grand old girl with great heritage" the
boat had some history as well.
I of course made straight for the engine room and made
friends with the engineer and set about giving him
pointers and advise on how to make the steam engine
more efficient, more powerful, more steamy? The guy
who stoked the fire was not impressed with my asking
if it was hot enough for him, or should we throw a few
more shovels of coal on for good measure. The scary
thing was that "she who must be obeyed" didn't even
break a sweat????
Then I made my way up to the bridge to ask if I could
take the wheel, dock it back at the wharf. I flashed
my New Zealand drivers license to make as if I was
officially a steam boat driver, after some discussion
we all agreed that the police would sort it all out
when we got back to port.
It didn't help matters when I went "forward" [that's a
boat term] and did my Titanic impersonation hanging of
the "bow" [another nautical term] and yelled "I'm on
top of the world" I explained to the police that it
was my birthday yesterday, and that I was touring with
the "banshee" [wife] and the "outlaws", this was a
BIG mistake as the police automatically realised I was
obviously delusional as anyone touring with his "wife"
and the "outlaws" could NOT be on top of the world.
We then travelled further north, past more ..... lakes
to "Algonquin National Park" unbelievable mass of land
with the most fantastic wildlife [actual]
conservation, canoeing etc.
I went bear hunting [or was that beer hunting] all I
could come up with was a chipmunk and a skunk
[unfortunately not a skank] [ask a young person you
oldies]??
Then we looked for some Moose, I am kind of glad we
didn't find one as they are huge animals. Its no
wonder you are kind of buggered if you hit one. I'll
send some photos if I can soon.
The park had an amazing visitors centre which
explained the history of the park, had great displays,
etc. We also had a great bush walk.
Then down to another lake called "Scugog". The
township is wonderful and has great shops etc, its the
only place that has shops like home.
Then down to Lake Ontario where I had a swim next to
the nuclear power plant. If I start to develop extra
body parts I'll send photo's and leave them to
science. Then back to Toronto for some well earned
rest. And back to work after a relaxing weekend.
This week Thursday I have to go to Chicago so I will
drive the "she devil & the "outlaws" to Niagara and
then fly from Buffalo to Chicago. Then join them for
Friday night, then on Saturday visit "Marine Land"
where they have Orca's you can kiss and Beluga Whales.
I may have a nudge at going over the falls in a
barrel, there is good money in it if you survive. So
that will be some ammunition for the next week that
was.
Catch up with you all soon.
Love
Toronto Pip
Welcome to another "the week that was", full of the
enthralling, exciting, and the sometimes unbelievable
adventures of Toronto Pip and his trusty [or should
that be crusty] side-kick Mississauga Juju.
As you may be aware I have the "outlaws" [parents in
law for you slow ones] up here visiting, so as you can
imagine I am on my best behaviour, "yer right". With
the oldies up here, as well as Juju's parents, the
touring around is a bit interesting, early dinners,
mashed food, loud talking [I've never had a problem in
that department] etc, and that's just for Julie, it
makes for some interesting evenings. I was going to
take Paul to he "Brass Rail" [a quality
establishment], however I didn't want to have a heart
attack on my hands so canned that tour.
As you are probably all aware on the 2nd of Sept I
turned over yet another year [with another year some
hoped that I would grow up, mature, etc, however that
just seems so boring]. For those of you who
remembered, thank you for your emails, kind words, and
caring anecdotes etc. For those of you who didn't, you
should be ashamed of yourselves, however you can
redeem all by sending a substantial donation to the
Toronto Pip Fund [a none profit organisation set up
for re-hydration [drinking], meeting new acquaintances
[chasing local wildlife], food distribution [eating],
fitness [watching sport at the local bar]. All
donations are tax deductible and can be sent to the TD
Canadian Trust Bank Toronto, [just use Toronto Pip as
the reference, they know who I am].
As I have always said;
" Life should not be a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well
preserved body"
"But rather to Skid in sideways, Rum in one hand,
Viagra in the other, body thoroughly worn out and
screaming "yee ha" WHAT A RIDE!
We just had our last long weekend for the year which
means we are on the downward slide into winter and yes
you guessed it, we went to a lake [yes a lake] for the
weekend. We drove north with the "outlaws" and went up
to the well known "Muskoka area" [cottage country] as
we drove I acted as tour guide pointing out points of
interest on the way [blonds, brunettes, etc], as well
as noting the Canadian wildlife [blonds, redheads,
etc]. Needless to say "outlaw Paul" enjoyed this very
much.
We stayed at a very nice place right on "Gull Lake"
yes another ....... lake! "Outlaw Moira" enjoyed this.
We took a lake tour of "Muskoka" on an old steam
vessel, a "grand old girl with great heritage" the
boat had some history as well.
I of course made straight for the engine room and made
friends with the engineer and set about giving him
pointers and advise on how to make the steam engine
more efficient, more powerful, more steamy? The guy
who stoked the fire was not impressed with my asking
if it was hot enough for him, or should we throw a few
more shovels of coal on for good measure. The scary
thing was that "she who must be obeyed" didn't even
break a sweat????
Then I made my way up to the bridge to ask if I could
take the wheel, dock it back at the wharf. I flashed
my New Zealand drivers license to make as if I was
officially a steam boat driver, after some discussion
we all agreed that the police would sort it all out
when we got back to port.
It didn't help matters when I went "forward" [that's a
boat term] and did my Titanic impersonation hanging of
the "bow" [another nautical term] and yelled "I'm on
top of the world" I explained to the police that it
was my birthday yesterday, and that I was touring with
the "banshee" [wife] and the "outlaws", this was a
BIG mistake as the police automatically realised I was
obviously delusional as anyone touring with his "wife"
and the "outlaws" could NOT be on top of the world.
We then travelled further north, past more ..... lakes
to "Algonquin National Park" unbelievable mass of land
with the most fantastic wildlife [actual]
conservation, canoeing etc.
I went bear hunting [or was that beer hunting] all I
could come up with was a chipmunk and a skunk
[unfortunately not a skank] [ask a young person you
oldies]??
Then we looked for some Moose, I am kind of glad we
didn't find one as they are huge animals. Its no
wonder you are kind of buggered if you hit one. I'll
send some photos if I can soon.
The park had an amazing visitors centre which
explained the history of the park, had great displays,
etc. We also had a great bush walk.
Then down to another lake called "Scugog". The
township is wonderful and has great shops etc, its the
only place that has shops like home.
Then down to Lake Ontario where I had a swim next to
the nuclear power plant. If I start to develop extra
body parts I'll send photo's and leave them to
science. Then back to Toronto for some well earned
rest. And back to work after a relaxing weekend.
This week Thursday I have to go to Chicago so I will
drive the "she devil & the "outlaws" to Niagara and
then fly from Buffalo to Chicago. Then join them for
Friday night, then on Saturday visit "Marine Land"
where they have Orca's you can kiss and Beluga Whales.
I may have a nudge at going over the falls in a
barrel, there is good money in it if you survive. So
that will be some ammunition for the next week that
was.
Catch up with you all soon.
Love
Toronto Pip
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