I have a small confession to make, its nothing dire or abhorrent, more a slight matter of house keeping, doing the dishes and ironing out the creases so to speak. A problem has arisen, and it needs to be nipped in the bud before it gets out of hand. Its the Malcolm thing, yes its an alias, although one could pronounce my name in the aforementioned manner, its the spelling that differs ever so slightly but quite drastically; as in my given name is spelt “bee-are-ewe-sea-eee”.
Now that that is sorted, we can all move on, except for the Tugless bit, again, its the same, and in reality probably a bit to far removed from the truth, but you more than likely had that one figured out early on in proceedings. But feel free to call me Malcolm, if you so desire, I'm always up for a challenge. Proof of that being the simple fact that we is, as in the royal we, purchasing one of them there trailer tent behemoths like contraptions and are rather excited at the prospect.
I'm very tempted to start asking questions about fridges, considering the hours of entertainment the topic brings to the table. But after a recent visit to the zoo, masturbating monkeys and gorillas eating and throwing pooh at each other has lost its gloss. Mind you, one of the main reasons I found this site more endearing than some of the others, was during the endless search for knowledge on all things pertaining to portable refrigeration, its inmates were far more reasonable in the discourse than some of the other lunatics floating around in the sub-ether. Refrigeration, its certainly a hot topic, makes politics, religion and bestiality seem rather timid in comparison. But I think I've got that one covered now, no not the monkeys or god or Canberra, the fridge thing is pretty well sorted.
Now theres the slight matter of battery charging, predominantly the second battery, isolator, dc-dc charging, portable, fixed, automatic or switched, hitched, unhitched or unhinged with a convulsive twitch. Not quite there yet, even though the medication seems to be working, I've still got that itch.
The tent on wheels is quite a few weeks away, in the meantime we'll wait, plan and procrastinate. Thats life in the zoo.
Cheers Malcolm.
