This day produced a rather disturbing incident, my role as entertainer chances me in many situations and on this particular fine, until this following event, day, I had completed, and bestowed much pleasure on those present in doing so, my own variety recording.   Following the aformentioned pleasure fest I had wandered on to a location I perceived to be the set of a fiscally deprived virtual reality show whereupon upon I happened upon an Australian pouched marsupial and once famed lucrative 60's export but now faded and probably by the recumbent postion, probably jaded, as contrary to his once world renowned name of hoppy, springy or other agile bodly manouvre, he was not as his said name implied, leaping about with eager vigour but reclining in a most innapropriate idle mode, perhaps age has taken its toll I pondered, or more than likely, as is such with 'has beens' and often 'never quite was ones' they can resort to, near horizontal and exibitional tactics.  

Also sprang to my errant mind the feasibly, (for obvious reasons) possible conclusion Boppy was making a move on yours truly and I hastily informed him in no uncertain terms any such advances were most definitely not reciprocated, but it became apparant it was without doubt non other than a cheap, nay! seedy PR career kickstart.

This once famed, now waned pet had the audacity to tut tut tut tut my every utterance and manouvre and yet there was he all akimbo legged in desperate attempt to retrieve the afore-established diminished career with the usual lack of any attempt at artistic endeavour but by resorting to this strategic and tactical contemporary vogue mode adopted by faded and sadly desperado celebs.

I expressed, I thought, a perfectly reasonable, yet apparantly translated as a disgruntled, barbed even, opinion regarding what could be seen to a keen observer as an unbecoming cheap shot at fame reclaim from one with no particular retaining or even vaguely remaining entertaining quality when hoppy, springy thingymajiggy suddenly mustered up a second retro wind and leaped into a geriatric ninja routine and ejected enough leg thrusts to ensure one or two made contact with the intended target of yours truly's handsome visage.  Suffice to say your's, bruised, truly, once risen from his dusty meal, hobbled off as hastily as possible in search of homeopathic remedial asstistance.