Now that we've established what the Mysterious Monolith that sits on top of the Flemington Housing Commission is, I've found a somewhat smaller but still puzzling riddle to ruminate on.
Mr P apparently lived for ten years from 1996-2006 which isn't a long innings by anyone's standards, let alone a cat or a dog's.
Maybe that's why he is, at present, sitting proudly on someone's front verandah, doing a sterling job of assisting the growth of some geraniums.
I don't think Mr P's fans would go to such lengths to preserve his memory if he wasn't a loved family member, but I've yet to find out exactly what kind of animal he was and who arranged this particular memorial.
Or am I barking up the wrong tree, scratching at the incorrectly carpet-covered post? Is Mr P instead a now-defunct portaloo company? A death metal band suffering an untimely demise or a gardening concern that was forced to resize rather drastically?
That's right: never let it be said that I don't investigate the burning issues.
Like this one, below.
Do these 'I fancy you, yes you, the cute guy in the 'My Finger You Pull' Yoda t-shirt on the 57 tram' advertisements placed in the MX newspaper actually work?
For example, did the Tall Dark Hottie get eaten for breakfast by the brunette in the white singlet and gold scarf? I'm guessing that he did, particularly if the hungry chick was only wearing a singlet without any pants on.
Did the 19 year old gentleman find his smiling (yes, he specified smiling), middle-eastern girl? And if so, what happens during her PMS week or if she wants to stop grinning like an idiot, put her head down and read the other sections of the paper?
Did 'Given Up' tell 'Cutie' of Mill Park what train line he catches? More importantly, what characteristics are used to define one's self as a Cutie, especially if you're from Mill Park?
And Love Chunks wonders why I find it difficult to get to sleep at nights.......