Dear Baron Munchausen …

It’s been too long since we last said farewell! I have a lasting image of you at the helm of the Good Lady Hepburn, full steam ahead … your pipe residing in its usual position and your hat askew (after passionately kissing the good lady, Hepburn).

Once I left you, I rode on to Montague’s (where things quickly went into the kind of disarray Mickey Rourke visually represents). I’m sure you’ve heard my tales of woe through Harvey Shiplitz and suffice to say (unlike Harvey’s eyebrows), they have not been exaggerated.

Our game of cribbage started out tamely enough but Colonel Hatty, who seems to have set up residence with Montague, was there and as you know, he has never really forgiven me for the game of poker which resulted in me inheriting his favourite toupee. (I have it framed in a glass cabinet along with a photo of Hatty, sans hair. He doesn’t seem to find it amusing however).

To cut a story less lengthy, there was some debate over who won the game (in truth, Hatty was the victor but I felt a mischievious urge to mess with the man, one that I cannot account for). A scuffle ensued, with Hatty somehow gaining the upper hand. I believe that I had no true understanding of how important that toupee was to Hatty, or I may never have red flagged the man. As it was, I lost the use of my legs in the fight. Hatty seemed to think it a fair exchange which, I believe, shows a disproportionate love of hair (don’t you think?)

Nevertheless, I remain in good spirits as I will soon be in Egypt once more, realising my dream of building my very own pyramid. My intention is to live there, once construction has been completed. This of course will be encumbered by the fact there will be no wheelchair ramps, but I feel that if the Pharaohs can do it … so too can I, my dear friend.

I hope this finds you well, please pass my regards along to the good lady, Hepburn.

Your faithful friend,


Published by the wuc

I'm a chick living in Australia, working for the man. I hate office work with a passion usually reserved for James Cameron, but somehow I ended up with a career behind a desk, stapling my forehead at random intervals.

22 thoughts on “Dear Baron Munchausen …

  1. Just thought I’d let you know, I sent my mother to your site, because she is going through a ton of really hard crap and needed a little lift…it sooo worked! My whole family loves your mind. Thanks!

  2. hey wuc!
    Love your blog and try to learn more about it. Liked especially this one :-) Maybe because of the title… “Baron Munchhausen” is a wellknown story from mey childhood… (for the most….) :-)

  3. Enjoyable words, wuc. I am here becase you clicked the like button on my last post. Thanks for that as now I can read some cool shit I can relate to, lol. My reference to scotts relates to the Wakefield Doctrine, the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers and methinks you are a clark. And that is a good thing!
    Will be back to visit!!

    1. Wucs, thanks Girlie. Quite the motley crew make up your list of Clarks (Woody Allen and Prince, no less)! Redeeming for me is Steven Wright (I’ve been told that my humour resembles his), result.

  4. You found me, and then I found you. Love your writings. Thanks for “liking” my wordpress post. You can find out more about me at ooothere. Love Aussy art. Have a quasi son-in-law living in Nimbin. :) old swimmer

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