Okay, already. Question. Is there a me beyond THEM? If there is, what is left after reducing me to the core? If there isn't, then I'm just a social construct. Of course, this latter option belies my religious beliefs. (And I'm not about to bang on about Freud, Reich, Marx, and various social theorists simply because, I don't know them) SO...
I've decided to start with THEM. And then perhaps we shall finally peel off the layers and get, Just Me.
(... alright, so this is a ploy to not write about me, but this is my web-page and I call the shots here.)
1. The Old Fogey
2. The Old Mogey (previously known as 'Fogus')
3. The Barracuda
Note:
For convenience (and ease of plotting), the old ones are collectively known to the Barracuda and me as 'Old Fo-gies'.
Of course, the Barracuda is known as 'the Barracuda' to me only (I'm not THAT stupid until of course he reads this page which, hopefully, is never).
The Old Fogey is quite patently a distant relative of 'The Brain' (of 'Pinky and The Brain' fame). The Old Fogey, however, has ambitions over a different kind of world - he plans to take over all D.I.Y. shops with a very cunning plan - he examines and memorises every item in every aisle in every shop. How he plans to carry out his D.I.Y. domination, I haven't the foggiest. All I know is: you don't want to go shopping with him.
The Old Mogey (or Fogus), is both moggy and quite foggy. Quite harmless (except to duku langsahs - some kind of tiresome fruit), the Mogey spends her days attempting to freeze the Fogey with various air-conditioning devices (Brain Freeze), in a bid to thwart D.I.Y. world domination (except all things concerning air-conditioning), and to rescue shoppers from the tedium of drill bits and measuring tapes.
