The world's most isolated city as viewed through the eyes of someone who has chosen to live elsewhere for most of his adult life... thrills, spills, shark sightings and roster petrol stations galore!
Thanks to my Mother-In-Law the Cookster household now has its own Snuggie. And before I go too far, we are very grateful for the new addition... Mrs Cookster is looking forward to many snuggie nights ahead.
Me? Well, let me just say straight up that if the Snuggie was a restaurant, it would be a pie van at the local football ground as opposed to a fine diner. It is in a word, NOT snuggie.
It is advertised as a convenient blanket replacement, but it's not blanket material. In fact it's felt. Mrs Cookster says it's "fleece", but that would be fleecing the truth somewhat. So felt it is and thin felt at that which isn't very snuggie at all.
However, the material is particularly good at building up static electricity. After two minutes of draping this material around my person, I began to generate my own micro-electrical storm. The air was fairly crackling with static, my hair was on end and *apologies to the weak of stomach here* even my chest hair was at 45 degrees. Every hair on my body was at attention, much to the disgust of Mrs Cookster who suggested a good waxing might be in order.
Of course, the kids were roaring with laughter at Daddy's clownish sci-tech display, but the two-year-old got the fear when a small lightning bolt shot out across the room and struck Dixie Marshall on the cheek. Okay, okay, I made this bit up.
It was only when the Western Power rep smashed through the front door trying to plug me in to the grid, to "harness my Snuggie potential" that I realised it was time to shed this quasi-religious static suit before someone got hurt.
Of course, it didn't take long to get it off, because it doesn't have a back. It's the hospital gown of leisure wear, designed for the person who likes to share their backside with the world. Thinking back to the TV ad, I can't remember seeing a whole lot of butt on display... a half ar5ed idea perhaps?
This is my considered opinion and even though some people clearly get off on the Snuggie phenomenon, a static-charged felt blanket with baggy arm holes and no arse covering is just not for me. Go figure?
I'm thinking the duvet suit might be more my style...
I grew up in Perth and graduated from Curtin Uni in the early 90s after a stint working overseas, only to find jobs in the journalism game somewhat thin on the ground in WA. After a period working as a part time reporter for the Fremantle Herald and as a film reviewer for X-Press, I found a job as a journo for the Post Newspaper Group in sunny Melbourne. I spent the latter part of the 90s working on a range of titles in Melbourne's outer east, before landing a job as production editor for The Footy Show Magazine in 1999. That went belly-up inside 12 months (thanks for your support Ed!)and that same year my son was born. Soon after I moved into PR and spent five years with a small firm in Albert Park and lived in the lovely inner city suburb of Yarraville. Our daughter was born in late 2004 and we decided that after 11 years, it was time to pack up and head back to Perth. The latest bouncing baby boy joined the team in 2007 - balancing up the mix of Vics and Sandgropers. So, here we are... I'm still in PR, the wife is processing 457 visas and we have four reserved seats at Subiaco oval where we bleed purple every second weekend over the winter months...
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