About My Age dot com..now defunct, but in the day, a dashed interesting little site. S’where I met my HoneyBun..
She was of the impression that my stories are interesting enough to share..So all my stuff was downloaded before the site went belly up.
Fifty odd stories I found..would get me one per week for twelve months or so.
First one…mind you, this was Hobart in the 1980s..
Joe Whitties!

Wednesday arvo in Hobart..every 3 or 4 weeks or so..not often enough for me to actually remember what was going to happen, so’s I could arrange not to be home..I’d have a knock on the door, and there would be..a little family group, all prettied up, school aged girl + what looked like Mum and Dad.. and they were there to talk about..their version of How It Should Be. Jehova Witnesses lot. Normally I’d say..not interested..and close the door on them. got to be a bit..tedious..I mean..that same lot would front..how many not interesteds does it take? so, one Wednesday, knock on the door..blast! Ok. Open up..and it wasn’t the usual Mum and Dad and a kid or two; it was different. What we had here was a grey haired man,..all spiffy as usual, but then we had a ..girl in her..I dunno..mid thirties I suppose. But I did notice that she had psoric spots in her eyes..or perhaps they were drug spots..maybe they’d got her taking the wrong sort of Iron tablets..ones that weren’t assimiliable by the body..deposits iron everywhere, including the iris..Hmm! Psoric spots I’d say..but whatever they were, the thing about spots in the eye..the part of the body that they covered over doesn’t get the right messages. For part of the body read the iris body map representation..so a psoric spot over the heart..tricky..unlucky in love maybe, or a heart problem in the physical realm. so, here we have..an elder maybe, and an impressionable someone. Interesting! Had to invite them in didn’t I, to find out about her…oh, we aren’t staying long….cuppa tea?? you don’t want to talk about your religion…that did it..in they marched. Cups of tea all around. Straight away with the usual waffle..so I hit them with My Take on things. Bible gets changed depending what the latest pope wants everyone to think..so you can’t trust what it says..not the original version…blah blah. highly irreverent. Rather neat I thought, on account of all their..no, his answers for everything was the bible..if you read Corinthians such and such..but I don’t believe it u c!
yes, He ended up saying..Noah didn’t shut the door on the ark, it was god from outside. By the by. But what started to happen was..the girl..remember, not able to sort stuff out too well with the psoric spots..started to ask me about things she’d been told. Well, that was that. Gotta go! no..car is waiting..only stopped to be sociable..introduce..whatever her name was..around. And away they went! I shut the door feeling rather pleased with myself..and I never did get another visit from them..win win! my flat had Been Flagged as a no visit area.
so this story did the rounds. Cousin said..theres a better way, that stops them in their tracks..and is fun. okaaay..in his travels, he had scored..the skull of a goat..complete with horns. Looked spiffy. and he affixed it to the outside of his garage so that anybody coming to visit had to walk up towards it..and really couldn’t fail to notice it. Yep, worked a treat. And of course, he watched to see what their reaction was..some wouldn’t come down on his side of the street..they crossed over..some made it half way up the drive, then spotted it..crossed themselves and made a hasty retreat..you get the idea…
Now, I have to say here, that I know a joe whitty family, they get dressed up and do the rounds to fulfil their obligations..and they leave this religious stuff alone in company. He’s rather a clever man…into pain relief a la korean sect or whatever..and thats another story! Iffen I don’t get myself into trouble by putting it online..