The Winnebago Blogging Tour - Update
Gave the boys a call this afternoon in a spare moment after a long lunch for moral support. Forgot it was "city slicker sunshine liberation" time and my 2pm was really their 7pm. They had company. Lots of company. Once again I think in the spirit of spreading themselves around, they had found a pub rather than the Winnebago. The 'bago is rumoured to be below freezing at night. That's before David starts snoring and Whale gets on the phone to his Missus.
Bless, in the spirit of friendship they had scouted me a chap while on tour so I popped on the blower and had a wee chat to him amid the noise. Sounded hot enough to warm the bus.
Then I realised it was obviously that tricky Matthew Hooton pretending to be Sean Plunket pretending to have read that I think he's hot. What gave it away was the intelligent sexy conversation and Matthew was a little off on the normal wanky Radio NZ accent that they learn in training school while staying at that ghastly motel up from The Bolton.
Nice one boys. Now please destroy the tape. Mother doesn't need to hear what I told this pretend "Sean" I would do to him.
I shall from now on be make a bi-weekly call to the Winnebago in anticipation that Whale can source me some talent in the (cough, cough) provinces.
Bless, in the spirit of friendship they had scouted me a chap while on tour so I popped on the blower and had a wee chat to him amid the noise. Sounded hot enough to warm the bus.
Then I realised it was obviously that tricky Matthew Hooton pretending to be Sean Plunket pretending to have read that I think he's hot. What gave it away was the intelligent sexy conversation and Matthew was a little off on the normal wanky Radio NZ accent that they learn in training school while staying at that ghastly motel up from The Bolton.
Nice one boys. Now please destroy the tape. Mother doesn't need to hear what I told this pretend "Sean" I would do to him.
I shall from now on be make a bi-weekly call to the Winnebago in anticipation that Whale can source me some talent in the (cough, cough) provinces.
posted by Cactus Kate at 5:54 AM
4 Comments:
Alas it was neither... it was whale himself, he does a a nice line in blarney and its recorded! We finished having a nostalgic scoff at the Green Parrot. but Whale whimped.
Surely they have a heater in the Camper?
BB
They'll keep. Bastards. The lot of 'em.
I would pay very good money to hear you in a slimey sexual conversation with Matthew Hooton, Cactus.
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