What does the fireman wear red brace? Or: A condition known as Red Braces Fever, a sufferer's account

Internet Explorer could not cope with my search of the ABC website for 'Doctor Who'. I think it's trying to hide something and that thing I will bring out into the open in all his time-travelling glory. Speaking of which, during a fevered half-sleep the other night, I dreamt that by eating Roquefort, the previously illegal raw-milk cheese from France, one could travel back in time to the 60s. Then the bed was too hot and only cooled down to a sleepful temperature by Panamax, Panamax Co. and a small stripey cat.

Nix sent me this wonderful link, which I thus send onto all of you:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2006/1/25budd.html
There! Go! Read!

I had another birthday, roughly 12 months since I had the last one. It was quite nice, despite doing what I never thought I'd do on a birthday, especially not my own, which is get up at 5:00 AM. But one must earn ones Roquefort somehow. Other birthday joys included: finishing work at 2:30 PM, eating spiced prawns and mahalabia at Zum Zum, sleeping, eating gorgonzola pizza at Bimbo, seeing film 'Wah-Wah', eating Tiramisu at Miller St, being given what may become "a companion in times of great joy and great sorrow" that is: a hip flask, also: much Murakami, socks and the DVD of the film with the best title ever, 'Faster Pussycat Kill Kill'. Thank you all for participating and lavishing me with love and presents! The birthday extends over many days and yet still promises Spanish donuts with chocolate dipping sauce. It's almost like I'm obsessed with food and/or eating. Almost. Did I mention Lychee Vodka? Yes, Lychee Vodka. Oh yes.

Yesterday, thought of a dark haired Finnish lass I know who goes by the name of Suski. I think now I understand. Went to the protest against our esteemed fuckarse prime minister's IR laws, along with to 80,000 to 150,000 others - how 70,000 people could be misplaced, I do not know. But the firemen! Suski had a mild obsession with firemen and this, now, I can totally see. All the primary colours! Their bright yellow pants and jackets, their dark blue shirts, and best of all, their red red braces. And all so tall! Like some children's performer crossed with a Village People person, it's that camp. But all the better because it's real, a ligitimised use of just primary colours in a serious workplace uniform on men who do a life saving job. Love! Is it wrong to start a fire just to see more of them?

Meanwhile, the ABC website has provided me with the information I crave and so far Internet Explorer has let me get away with it. So, as of Saturday, the 8th of July, no one invite me out on a Saturday night - at least not until after 8:30 PM. I will be in a state of nerd-bliss and geek-trance. 'Doctor Who' returns to our screens! The joy! The tardis! The Billie Piper! Only hitch in my never-go-out-on-a-Sat’day-night plan is that our ABC reception is so shite as to be non-existent. And snow will not do. Will have to fix that before 8th of July or may just die. I wonder, is that something a fireman could do something about?