You go by many names. I call you Mungo, Mandah, Nippo, Gumwallet, and sometimes Richard. You are an endearing creature with all your own little kinds of specialness. SPESHAL! At the moment you have sore guts and a cat just jumped on your sore guts.
So now here’s a rant all about Amanda.
We bonded in Math’s class in year 8 when we were forced to sit together because they were splitting up the established little cliques who were having too much fun and never working – ha silly people we sure stuck it to the man on that little theory of creating MORE productivity in the learning context HA. I was there plodding away at my Pythagoras or some such math item (Ick!) and was singing or humming some song from Calamity Jane. Little Amanda joined in my singing much to my bemusement and amusement. With her giant fringe and bunny teeth she was a cross between Matilda the magic girl and Mixy from the Ferals. And she always smelled of chicken seasoning. From then on we were the best of friends- we talked and laughed and wrote poetry. Yes poetry.
We devised a system of writing a four line poem each on two disparate subjects then mashing them together to create surrealist vignettes of a mad incoherent world- in other words we made up dumb crap which made no sense but made us laugh til we wee’d ourselves a little bit.
Teacher: “How’s the Pythagoras coming along you two?”
(Heehee snicker shhhh heheee shhh)
“We are working on our latest poem an in depth study of the themes of Santa Claus and Robots”
Big red intergalactic enemy face ow you gave me a present!
It is all Amanda’s fault I’m so shite at maths I’m afraid. So now when I have to pay for something with change and have to count coins and I fail I blame her dammit I blame herrrr.
Some things about Amanda
· Used to smell like chicken seasoning
· Good at fetching me Chocolate milk and plain kettle chips
· Wipes twisty crumbs on me just to shit me
· Quite possibly has dyspraxia
· I pretended to tip her drink up while she drank it resulting in her covered in orange juice
· She lost my harmonica on the beach- then searched the dunes and found it
· Once shat me so much I said to her “YOU WILL DIE BY MY HAND ONE DAY!”
· Likes Pride and Prejudice and will quote it at odd times. Me: “do you want to leave now?” Her: “I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours”, Me: “uh does that mean yeeahh or naaa?”
· In drama had to say the line “Don’t cream your pants Roy” to me
· Shared my unrequited love of Mikelle (Mr Roberts in a gondolier costume “Hey Mr Roberts nice pole”)
· My mum mistakes her for other Amandas but only when I’m having emergency surgery
· Likes it when air conditioners suddenly alarm me
· Likes it when the bird attacking her turns on me
· Likes it when the car in front of us has a broken rear windscreen wiper
· Likes purple and hyacinths so we potted a purple hyacinth for her named Heidi
· Owned a Gemini which got gang of fourty-nined which made her sad
· Likes Eqypt things- fully wishes she could be Evelyn in the Mummy
· Likes Phantom of the Opera (chuckle)
· She hates waste “I HATE WASTE NOM NOM”
· Enjoys giant snitzel and Cider and German things and efficiency and Kraftwork in Stuudgart
· Doesn’t mind the smell of acetate- sniffs the air passing beauty salons
· Let me dye her hair playboy bunny yellow blonde one time
· Can sing all the words to all Madonna ever. When alas I cannot
· Came with me last minute to see a band because I cried like a baby child “pleeeeease it’t Jack! Jack’s going to be here and I won’t seeee himmmmm wahhhhh”
· Can sleep on airport floors while I buzz out on giant coffee and guard my stuff like a wired ninja hobo guarding his bundle on the end of a stick “Don’t touch our stuff!! What are you lookin at?!!”
· Understands who “Blanchefume” is ;)
· Understands who “Snuffles” is ;)
· Understands who my “mookoshloikoo” is ;)
· Understands who Imhotep is and why he doesn’t want to live in the Carpathian mountains and now owns a Café called Café Imhotep and a person comes in with a white cat and he throws his waiter tray at it and runs of screaming Imhotepppp and then is in the back room going through the yellow pages looking for Anaksunamun
· Watched the Italian teacher fail to juggle whilst I sing circus music awww L
· Delights in denying me seeing fireworks at the show even though she knows I am particularly partial to that which is shiny and or sparkly and or loud and poppy…
No Fireworkz = >:(
· Can’t find ATM’s to save herself
· Can 80’s dance like a badass
· She’s a wizard she’s a champ, and she doesn’t need a lamp