This is the first post in a new series that I am starting, called: Hammerblows by Mr. Pink, The Husband
Mr. Pink is the pseudonym I have given to my husband. He does not wish to be recognised or associated with this blog in any manner that can be traced by the powers above. He’s easily spooked by Privacy issues. He’s like a cat that way. Mr. Pink is in no way a reference to Reservoir Dogs or Steve Buscemi. It’s what popped in my head the first time I was going to refer to him in this blog and well, all I could think of was that he is so pink. He, on the other hand, suggested to me a lot earlier that if I were to ever refer to him here then he should be called ‘Rouli’. To be pronounced Rooli. I cannot and will not divulge the reason behind the choice of this name, unless in a session with an over-priced therapist. I refuse to use it.
Coming to the point of these posts, the raison d’être: Mr. Pink makes me laugh. Everyday. He’s so accidentally funny. He realises only afterwards the implications of his words. I am not the only person to think so either. I think his (in)famous one-liners and amusing musings deserve a platform of their own – to be unleashed; to be free to affect and infect the rest of humanity. Or just the sweet people who read my ramblings. He’s too apathetic to invest in his own space and so I am providing him some of my own.
Hammerblows by Mr. Pink, The Husband #1
This happened 2.5 weeks ago when I had just started blogging. I was discovering WordPress while chattering excitedly about how some bloggers had liked my post. Mr. Pink who had been paying attention and looking at the computer screen suddenly said,
That’s my favourite part of your blog: the Stats Page.
Gee. Thanks for the support hon.
Let me know if you know someone with a talent for accidental humour.