I HELD BACK MY HAND ON THIS YOUNG PUNK'S FACE.

Last night I emceed a very dear friend, Mrs Catherine Jeremiah aka Catherine Goon's 60th Birthday. Her daughter Mirelle, whose wedding I also emceed asked me to do likewise for her mom. I agreed to because IT IS AN HONOR that I couldn't let slip by. Cat, as we all know her, has always put her family and friends before anything. She epitomises CARING. She is a fantastic wife, mother, granma, daughter, sister, sister-in-law and a daughter-in-law that any outlawed mother-in-law would always pray for but seldom get. She whips up the best mutton dalcha, everytime I get myself invited to the Jeremiahs. Her greatest fault though is EVERYBODY COMES FIRST.....and in the process she forgets about her own well-being, most often. But that's Cat for you and we all love her.....we do Cat.
Whilst taking a oxygen-break outside and topping up on the amber upper, I overheard a young punk (a gate-crasher?) pass this stale, over-used statement I used to hear during my early virginal days: "Why buy a cow when you can get the milk for free." This happened to be Cat's night and I was not going to spoil it. Fortunately for him, I was called back to the hall. If this was said in a pub, you bet the scenario would be.................Anyway, to this little sausage, the second part of the poster (above) is specially composed for you. Show it to your parents if you can muster enough girth in your little sausage. Well, I got it off my chest.....a good stiff milo would be appropriate after last night and todays lunch binge.

THIS POSTING IS DEDICATED TO CATHERINE JEREMIAH
AND MY DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, NOLIE, PAULINE, NANIE,POH LIN, SHELA
WHO GAVE UP THEIR JOBS TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR KIDS.....A BIG SACRIFICE
AND TO ALL THE WOMEN BEHIND US ALL.