This was cathartic to write, mainly in narrative form, with some poetic licence thrown in for interest. Unlike me, he is likable and you have to sympathise, even if you don’t agree with his attitudes and point’s of view. Some historic timing is out to allow the story to flow.
This story is indefinable, maybe a bit quirky, so I won't mind if you would miss out on reading it. But you just might. It will only take a few minutes of your precious time. It's all written in Australian too.
I was just reading the latest chapter of my mate, Old Man with a Pen, I commented to him on his fart joke then remarked whether he'd like to hear one which I knew for a fact, he'd never heard before. So he says, why don't you make it into a story? Why not? Only because I hadn't thought of it of course. This is totally true and factual, without even a hint of sex so if you don't like that description, piss off! Where he found the tag for flatulence, God only knows but it fits right here.
There is one thing we taught our boys (note that, I didn't say our sons as we don't know that, though that's not their fault) after they were born, is to never trust your women. Love them by all means but never trust them.