... so anyway... you might remember our good friends Gordo and Mary stayed a little while ago. Well Gordo went on a side trip (one of those buddhist/meditation 10 days of silence type trips - hey, he's one of the original hippies!) and rolled back to 29 Twelfth for a stop over before heading back to Darwin...
Well, our little mate was quite taken with 'Gogo' ... when Gogo had been in seclusion for a good week, he pointed to a bottle in the fridge and asked "Gogo foud?" What the?! ... we looked and he is pointing at a bottle of ginger beer - definitely not ours and not referred to previously ... he must have seen Gordo drinking his ginger beer and putting it in the fridge! ... and when we dropped Gordo off at the train station (and explained the train-plane-home sequence) he hasn't stopped asking after him since... "Gogo on that toot-toot?"... "Gogo plane?... "Gogo home?" ... which has manifested into Gogo fwying da plane? fwying da da (helicopter)? Must be that have been a touch of transendental in that time away.
Funny stuff right there...
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