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Local Loonies Do Get Confused

You may recall that in the Blog View Stats for January [1] I noted that a website called Syndicate Motor Sports were the 2nd top referrer for the month, delivering 295 page views. I also mentioned them about a week ago [2], when one of their readers recognised me.

During a recent check of the referring sites for this month, I noticed an unusual spike in the number of people coming here from that site, and decided to take a look and see what was bringing them here, as it turned out, they had managed to confuse themselves over the details of their reader’s encounter with me.

For one reason or another, despite everything I had written, some of them were convinced that I was talking about someone yelling out of a car window [3]. First, take a look at what I wrote.

Today, as I went to have lunch at Coffee @ Helen’s, one of the staff recognised me.

I went on to say

upon walking into Coffee @ Helen’s, I was greeted by this person with “You’re the infamous Samuel Gordon-Stewart”.

Now, let’s have a look at what Syndicate Motor Sports member “DRAG DIS” said

Hahahahah that was me who spotted him. I was with a mate who screamed out summernats.
I think though he may have a small brain, and might be quite unintelligent.
Because:
1. I do not work at coffe @ helens. The only male that does works behind the counter (not buying food) and is Of Asian appearance, and I am of caucasian appearance. I do not know how this point can be confused.
2. He also mentioned he had not seen me working their before. Thats because i have never worked their. This guy is delirious.
2. I am unsure why he did not mention the summernats roar my friend made , and his disgusted look. He neglected to mention that.
What a tripper

I don’t know who this “DRAG DIS” is, although for someone judging the brain size of others he certainly has a lot of talent when it comes to spelling and numbering lists. There are two possibilities here, either I imagined having lunch and meeting a Syndicate Motor Sports reader, or they are referring to the wrong incident. As you probably guessed, it is the latter.

The person who recognised me was working for Coffee @ Helen’s, he was the person who served me and many other customers and, contrary to the assertions of “DRAG DIS”, Coffee @ Helen’s have more than one staff member.

I do vaguely recall the incident referred to by “DRAG DIS”, although it could be any of a number of similar incidents. I think “DRAG DIS” is referring to an incident which occured somewhere around the Civic Bus Interchange where somebody in a moving car made a loud noise, whether this was them yelling something or just making a noise I do not know. I doubt that they understand the fact that simply because they know what they are yelling does not neccessarily mean that anybody else does, especially when they are on the other side of the road in a noisy area yelling out of a moving vehicle.

In related news, as I was taking Nattie for a walk today and waiting to cross Ainslie Avenue, somebody driving a white commodore which had just taken a left turn onto Ainslie Avenue from Limestone Avenue moved into the right hand lane without indicating, put their right arm out the window and started making unusual arm shaking gestures towards me, which they ceased shortly after passing me. It is a pity that I didn’t have a video camera to record the incident and hand the tape into the police so that they could penalise the driver for not indicating when changing lane.

Samuel

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#1 Comment By Chuck Berry On February 25, 2006 @ 11:30 pm

My life has been dull today until reading this post.

My guess is Samuel that the person who claims not to work at Coffee@Helens is in fact the asian gentlemen. Due to the fact that he has inhaled too much burnt rubber. This has made his eyes squint and given his skin a yellowish hue.

If that guess is wrong I would stipulate that the person who yelled out of the moving vehicle in your direction has in actual fact still inhaled too much burnt rubber mixed with nitrous oxide topped off with an ethanol chaser. Therefore making his assertions wrong.

Were the local idiots in the white commodore attempting to use a hand signal to indicate the direction they wanted to go? If they were, it would have been stupid because cars can’t go up or down. This would very bizarre.

I think it would be commendable if you were able to obtain proof that these petrol sniffers broke the road rules and were charged by the police. Our roads would be a lot safer.

#2 Comment By Samuel On February 25, 2006 @ 11:47 pm

I think the Coffee @ Helen’s incidents were two seperate incidents occurring on different days.

Incidentally, point 1 in the comment by “DRAG DIS” is very unclear and had me confused earlier. His point is still incorrect though, as they do have multiple men of Asian appearance working there, and they make very good coffee too.

I would suggest that the strange gestures were just the actions of a loony.

As for road rules, and the breaking thereof, you may notice that I wrote another post about that. It was originally an extension of this post, but I thought it made more sense as a seperate article.

I should point out that one of the people on the “Syndicate” website thinks I have been defamatory towards their site’s members in previous posts, quite possibly referring to the “I was recognised” post. I can understand why describing someone as being a “member” of that site could be considered defamatory. They have said much worse things, and drawn much worse things, about me…I haven’t even described the appearance of them, let alone their names or shown photos. They have named and mangled photos of me, I think we know who has been more “defamatory”, and I’m not in the least bit upset about their apparent defamation.

I should point out that I am not against car enthusiasts, I am against the small subset of that group that lack the self control or common sense to handle a vehicle in a sensible and responsible manner. Even then, I am not against them as people, but against their legal ability to retain a drivers licence.

#3 Comment By Chuck Berry On February 26, 2006 @ 12:04 am

I would not worry about them Samuel. I think you have made your point clearly and maturely.

#4 Comment By wonko the sane On February 26, 2006 @ 4:48 am

I do not understand this subset’s fascination with the ‘wheelie’ or ‘burnout’. It is a waste of good rubber tyre.

My grandfather, God rest his soul, used to hunt for scraps of tyre at the tip and re-sole his day-shoes with them. No kidding.

One night on Chapel St in Melbourne, where I once lived, would see any number of these hoodlums turn 100,000 pairs of day-shoes into vapour.

I have also had things yelled at me by people in cars when walking down the street. Normally, I conclude that these reprobates are merely seeking attention and am flattered they yell obscene words at me to get that attention. If I were a really not-normal person they wouldn’t notice me.

Then one day, when i was fetching milk for my wife, a group of young men yelled a nasty word from the window, and I became what some people call ‘postal’ (google it sam).

I ran after the car, between two lines of traffic, and I was very angry. I ran fast, just faster than the traffic was moving. If I got to the hood’s car, I planned to tie a peace ribbon around their aerial, blow a kiss and trip off down the sidewalk.

But do you know what? They saw me running after them in the rear-view mirror and ran a red light to escape me!

At first I was sorry they broke a traffic rule, and I wrote to my local MP about their intemperant behaviour, but then I felt strange pride. I stood up to those bullies!

Don’t be intimidated Sam. You have many friends on-line that would help sue or satirise these thugs after you have been beaten up, so don’t worry.

#5 Comment By wonko the sane On February 26, 2006 @ 4:53 am

Sam, from now on I will write my posts in Word or Notepad or on an notepad. I had just finished relating an entertaining anecdote, designed to bolster your spirits, and hit submit, and lo! My post was nowhere to be seen.

I assume your blog software timed out. It sometimes happens when you take too long to type like me. Or, I’ve been censured for posted the ‘f’ word in an attributed quote.

Either way, I’ve learned my lesson!

#6 Comment By John B1_B5 On February 26, 2006 @ 9:07 am

I’d just take it all with a grain of salt Samuel … who really cares WHAT somebody said on that site ……… it all sounds like a ‘storm in a teacup ‘ to me .

However, I DO find the “Ainslie Avenue” incident interesting ….. this business of “shaking the arm” reminds me of how Harry Gravenstein used to ‘shake his arm’ (with fist clenched ) in an aggressive manner behind the back of the boss (Bill Roy) up at the old ABC TV station on Black Mountain (before it was demolished in 1980 ).

You’ll have to excuse me for going off on a tangent ‘down memory lane’ again , but it used to amuse me how Harry always did that behind Bill Roy’s back, and never to his face.
Needless to say, there was no love loss between Bill and Harry, and I can say that now, because both men are now deceased .

Unlike the Radio transmitter stations, the TV transmitters required TWO people on shift — allegedly for safety reasons — something I could never really figure out, because a 10 Kilowatt AM transmitter had the potential to be just as lethal as any TV transmitter !
Anway…. I used to be on shift with Harry, and he never ceased to amaze me with his endless stories about why he regarded Bill Roy to be such a bas**** . Quite often he would shake in arm in arm in sheer anger whilst
just TALKING about the man !

That’s why I’m wondering what the arm shaking on Ainslie Avenue was all about ………… ??????

#7 Comment By Samuel On February 26, 2006 @ 11:07 am

wonko, it probably went into the moderation queue and waited for me to approve it, although if it hasn’t appeared by now then yes, it is lost. I do sometimes schedule posts so the site can make it look like I’m here when I’m not, which does seem to confuse some people when their comments are in the moderation queue, a post appears but their comments remain hidden.

John, it just tied in nicely with a story of something that happened during the day, their comments were amusing to read, if nothing else.

If only I knew what the Ainslie Avenue incident was about…I hope they weren’t trying to get a message across, because they failed miserably if they were.

Have you considered writing memoirs John?

#8 Comment By John B1_B5 On February 26, 2006 @ 1:23 pm

haha ……. I’d be writing stuff the rest of my life if I did that Samuel ….. I’ve met some “real characters” in my time, and ALL of them were associated (in one way or another ) with Radio, TV, or Broadcasting .
I can’t think of a single person I found “interesting” during my stints at purely “Communication” sites, such as the Ceduna Earth Station (now a Radio Telescope for the University of Tasmania ) , a number of Telephone Exchanges, some telephony Microwave Terminals, and a few other assorted Telecommunications sites.

All the “characters” seemed to be in the Radio section (of the old PMG Dept ), and there was a slight amount of animosity between the Radio & TV people and those in the Telephony area.

I could easily fill a book based on “characters” I met in the Radio Section alone ……… maybe one day when I’m ‘fully retired’, and don’t have other stuff ‘on my plate’…. lol .

#9 Comment By Chuck Berry On February 26, 2006 @ 9:38 pm

That is a very interesting anacdote Wonka. Your dear old cobbler Grandfather’s habit is an example of the saying ‘Waste not. Want not’.

Just to keep you updated these dipsticks who waste our hard to come by polymers on the bitumen of Chapel St. The problem has escalated somewhat in recent times. This may explain the dwindling number of Dunlop Volley tennis shoes.

One can only deduce that Dunlop are having to divert rubber intended for tennis shoes and funnel it into producing a gargantuan amount of road tyres.

Your Grandfather would be pleased to know that he could get a lifetime supply of rubber sole at the intersection of Commercial rd and Chapel st.

I will use your example of how to deal with bullies next time I am down that way.

#10 Comment By Chuck Berry On February 26, 2006 @ 11:04 pm

Correction. I have been calling Wonko – Wonka. Apologies. I will address you as Wonko hence forth.

#11 Comment By heatseeker On February 26, 2006 @ 11:20 pm

Sam you should set up a link to a second site: “People Who Need to Drop Big Ricks on Their Heads” and make all the contributors to that forum your first candidates, and then move on to the “Spin site”, those horible, horrible, people at “Needs to be Glassed” and then Alan Jones – and that’s just for starters!

You could have a big rock symbol to a maximum of five according to the seriousness of the offence … I think it would be a big hit, and has the potential to be another award winner!

#12 Comment By Chuck Berry On February 27, 2006 @ 12:15 am

Again you have proved yourself a valuable contributor to the SGS experience heetseeker. How big would the big rocks be? Would it bigger than Ayers Rock? Hopefully Rock Hudson could be dropped from a great height onto Alan Jones.

#13 Comment By heatseeker On February 27, 2006 @ 8:42 am

Sorry, I meant “People Who Need to Drop Big Rocks on Their Heads” not “Big RIcks”, although Ricky May would have done some damage.

I agree Chuck, for Alan and other “friends of Dorothy’s” then perhaps Rock Hudson would be more appropriate, with a few Liberaces and a smattering of George Michael’s thrown in.

#14 Comment By wonko the sane On February 27, 2006 @ 5:16 pm

Chuck… no problems! I appropriated the name from one of my favourite books, The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. Wonko The Sane built a house inside-out … ie all the external fixtures etc were on the inside, which the exterior was furnished, the walls done in wallpaper etc.

His hypothesis was that everyone except him was insane, and should be ‘put inside’.

Personally, he should have just dropped a rock on his head and got it over with.