[m i a o w] the cat

A phone call from my mother this morning attracted my attention to the plight of the Yellow Wiggle. I had heard he wasn’t well, but now it sounds like he is is actually going to be stepping out of his yellow skivvy. This is a sad thing for millions of Wiggle fans. But not my mother. She was almost exultant.

“B! The Yellow Wiggle is quitting! He’s really sick. Do you think M would do it?”

“What?”

“M would be great. Don’t you think? He should get on to it, because they’ll need a replacement for him!!”

“Um.”

[M, meanwhile, is making porridge with a look of increasing trepidation at the sound of my side of the phone call.]

“Just think - even if he did it for a year, how much money he would make! T is really gung-ho about this. He knows an agent in Elwood that he could speak to about M.”

“What? Are you serious? I have to tell you, mother, that M would rather operate on himself with a blunt stick sans anaesthetic rather than wear a yellow skivvy and entertain small screaming children. There is no money that could make him do it.”

[M nods energetically. His porridge stirring brightens.]

“Oh gahd, B - that’s just ridiculous. He’d be great.”

“Right. You know when you come over this afternoon? Please don’t harrass M to be the new Yellow Wiggle. We live in a trailer you know. He’s forgotten a lot about civilisation. He might bite. Or fibreglass you to a wall or something…”

UPDATE: It’s true. The Yellow Wiggle gave up his skivvy. He has orthostatic intolerance. And he has a long time understudy who is going to take over. And. It. Is. NOT. M.

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That’s a shame. M would be great, he has a natural affinity with (other people’s) children and yellow is SO his colour. I’m starting a petition. No, a haiku…

Davo typed this on Nov 30 06 at 5:24 pm