Hyberbole - it's my favourite sport.

"Freedom! Liberty! Tyranny is dead!" I am sure you have heard this cried in the streets.  Not in the wake of Hussein's capture or Gaddafi's absence but in the suburban streets of this very nation.  Joyous house wives and/or hubbies, gather their children around them, and with bright eyes and voices that quaver ever so slightly they say 'dream, children, dream - our dark clouds have lifted and our futures are what we make of it!' You see, the bane of our western lives have been scrounged by an enterprising, innovative and fearless company who dared to imagine a life unyoked by our cruel master - the dastardly washing peg.  Thank God Ezyline, the peg-less clothesline, has saved us all from falling over because we had to carry those unwieldy and colourless pegs.  Now our clothes can hang in the eternal sunshine, soaking up the glorious warmth and come off the line not by the wind or some other element to which those pegs so villanously gave them up to, but by our own hand and most probably, cleaner and brighter, and ironed and folded.  Such is the legend of our noble liberator!  We are "free from the tyranny of pegs", thank you Ezyline - I will name my first born after you. 

Isn't this fun.  You take something fairly ordinary. You open a thesaurus. And hey presto! Sensation. Calamity.  Scandal. Yet again, the Phoenix rises.  Sport, and there is more of it.

I was driving past a new housing estate in Perth, the sign by the entry told of wonder akin to the grandiose settings of a Tolkien novel, "...Blocks that will leave you stunned!"  I took a look around, I wondered if I should call my mum and let her know what I was up to - who knows how long I could have layed there in the car, zonked out by the all the glory? Um, well yeah - my vitals remained steady, I wasn't even at a loss for words, 'anticlimax' being only the first in a long line, feeling hungry I continued my search for lunch.

Other favourites; Lindsy Lohan likes a tipple and a line of grown-up's sherbet followed by a short drive in her fast car.  Good heavens! How could I neglect to mention - she isn't... SUNSMART!!!! The tragedy of a red head with freckles.  Yes, all of this information was in one paragraph of a whole article in some hard hitting gossip magazine.  Drink Coke and welcome to the eternal fountain of forever young, hotness, back flips and being held on to by the love of your life. Def not rotten teeth, bloated belly and caffeine addiction, don't be silly.  

And yet, as ridiculous as all this paints society, I love it.  Heck, I contribute to it almost with every sentence I breathe. So join me, get fit, get hyper-boling.