GREENYGREY’S RAMBLES

Hello, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey here.  Did you know it was 23 years ago today that Marc Latham set off on his hitch-hiking and hoboing travelling journey to Europe. 

Some people think that this influenced the Greenygrey’s Rambles, although the Greenygrey may have been travelling the world much sooner this. 

This is of course lost in the mystery of time and space, as Richard Dawkins admits many things are in his search for the truth about science and religion on Planet Earth.  Richard Dawkins’s  latest documentary on how children are being misled and tribalised in the name of education by established religions (cults?) is now viewable in the UK from the link above.

That reminds me how the Grand Council try to ignore all the above and say that none of it happened; and that the world only started when they took power of the Greenygrey website and declared this the year zero (GCO).

Maybe for them it is better to try and hide away from knowledge and truth, but should they inflict it on others?

Hi, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey here.  Sorry you had to put up with the ranting of the Grand Council last week, but they have to shout loudly to try and convince even themselves of their righteousness. 

Deep down they have the same doubts about life and creation as everything else, but they have to keep up a front of superiority and morality to justify themselves and keep themselves in their powerful positions, where they can get their kicks from committing sadistic acts on those they accuse of crimes under the GC creation myth.

When if any real creator did create life it would surely be more appalled by people destroying the beauty it created than it was offended by those who don’t feel the need to hide what the Creator created within them.

And it was not as if all the Chechnyan women in that documentary accepted their position.  Some bravely tried to continue as normal, even though they risked harsh punishments for it, and perhaps even death. 

Anyway, on a brighter note, Grey has found itself in a home from home after taking the Grey Road to Grey, Western Australia.  Yep, the coincidences just keep on coming for the Grey in Western Australia.

Hello, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey again.  Great news for the Greenygrey cause, because many celebrities have started dying their hair grey to support the Grey after it was sent to Australia by the Grand Council.  Yes, celebrities like Kate Moss and Kelis have gone grey to support the Grey.  If only the Grey knew, I’m sure it would brighten it up.  It seems to be stuck in a bit of a rut at the moment in Latham, although it is resting up at the Hotel California after being led there by some eagles.  Hopefully a bit of rest will sort it out.

More Australian Travelling Werewolf Blogs

Anyway, I have collected more of its blogs for your pleasure, as I know it is a long way to travel to Grey’s Australia blog.

Swimming with Dolphins after Brunching on Buns Buried in Bunbury

Posted: July 21, 2010 by oniongreyv in Grey’s travel diary
Tags: Bunbury, swimming with dolphins, roadrunner, Koombanna Bay, buns, twighlight

I left Margaret Rivers in Margaret River at first light, refreshed after a great whale sound aided winks that must have added up to much more than forty: I would hazard a guess that my winks that night reached somewhere in the range of between seventy and eighty, and possibly even more than double the renowned forty.

Burning Rubber Roadrunner to Bunbury

It was a beautiful sunny morning and I felt like cruising down the highway with the wind in my hair. So I shapeshifted into a roadrunner and picked some speed up. However, this of course meant the wind was in my feathers, and I felt a bit of a turncoat against my old hero, Wile E. Coyote, for a while.

Nevertheless, it was a most enjoyable journey down the freeway, and I arrived in Bunbury in time for a bit of brunch. The name of the city made me bun hungry, and I looked for a bakery, after changing into a human; a roadrunner looking for food in the middle of a surprisingly large metropolis would look a little strange.

Buried Buns in the Bunbury Underground

However, a local called Rose Hotel told me that all the bakeries were underground on the edge of town, to keep the produce cool in the hot summers.

So I made my way out to the edge of town and lo and behold, found many underground bakeries with the most deliciously fresh and cool buns. The value of burying buns was clear to see and taste.

Dipping into the Dolphin Discovery Centre

I got talking to a dolphin called Dolly who swam up to the bakery (it had land, sea and air entrances) from Koombanna Bay. It said it was an idyllic spot, and invited me over after we’d finished bun munching.

So I shapeshifted into a dolphin after my last bit of bun fun, and had a wonderful evening swimming in the clear Koombanna waters with a hundred bottlenose dolphins.

Yes, it had been some day, fitting in roadrunning and dolphinswimming either side of biting through a baker’s dozen of Bunbury’s best buried buns.

As I lay on the ocean waves under a starry moonlit night in that twilight time between wakefulness and slumber I thought I heard a dog barking on the distant shore. It’s origins would soon become clear, and lead me on another amazing adventure.

Travelling Across the Australia Outback Without Pack, Sack or Bivouac

Posted: July 23, 2010 by oniongreyv in Grey’s travel diary
Tags: collie, comedy parody, literary nonsense, swimming with dolphins, tiger snake

After awakening into a bright sunny morning I again heard the haunting barking lullabies that seemed to be sailing across the waves and straight down my lugholes.

So after a freshening swim I bade farewell to delightful Dolly and the dolphins and made my way to the golden shore.

Smell or Sound, Hot Cross Buns or Hound

My senses were thrown into chaos when I reached the shore just south of Bunbury.

From the northerly direction I was heading came the pungent smell of freshly made hot cross buns, but to the east I heard the lyrical libretto lullaby that sounded like it could be a lapdog and labrador rendition of Les Miserables.

This time my curiosity called the path, and I made a scramble to ramble despite my belly grumbling and a rumbling.

Hiking Australia: Walkie for Collie

I took my time as I headed across the South Western Highway, enjoying the endless sunshine that seemed to stretch across the outback.

I saw a tiger snake going in the opposite direction and it reminded me of Ernie the floor rider in Florida that Green and I made the acquaintance of back on our epic ramble.

There was no communication with the snake this time though, and the barking of dogs from over the eastern horizon was the only sound that pierced the 360 degree silence.

Then I saw a sign for Collie, and everything seemed to start making sense…or did it?

Grey’s Anatomy Plot Exposed by Collie Twins’ Sensitive Sniffing Scrutinous Security

Posted: July 25, 2010 by oniongreyv in Grey’s travel diary
Tags: collie, comedy parody, literary nonsense, spoof and satire, Western Australia travel

The town of Collie came into view through the hazy heat, and the sound of barking dogs grew louder. I thought I’d take the hint and shapeshift into a collie, and chose a border guise from a surprisingly large choice. Grey’s anatomy changed to black and white.

Famous Collies on the Edge of Town

As I reached Collie a shetland sheepdog carrying a lassie over his shoulder ran past me as if he was rushing to save somebody or something.

A border collie then flew over my head, which I thought was as unlikely as seeing pigs fly. Green and I did not try becoming a flying collie even when our unified powers were at their height .

Meeting the Collie Twins: Colin and Ollie

Then I reached the edge of Collie, and met a couple of dogs guarding the town entrance.

They asked who I might be, and I replied that I was a border collie, as it should be plain to see. And who may they be, I did respondee.

The one with a beard said they were Colin and Ollie McNab: respected and renowned around these parts as the Collie twins.

They said their good mother was an Australian Stumpy Tail Cattle Dog collie, and their now dearly departed proud father was part McNab Shepherd collie and part Bearded collie.

I said it was my pleasure to make their acquaintance.

They apologised for putting me under scrutiny, but explained that Collie was a big bun-mining town, and supplied Bunbury with most of its buns.

The gift of a veritable bun goldmine was unfortunately a double-edged sword, with the buns like the centre of a folding mirror, as the bun bonanza also attracted desperados desperate to get their meddlesome mitts on the munchable minerals that are moulded into muffins.

Grey’s Anatomy Plot Exposed

So the Collie twins sniffed around my person with sensitive security. I was a little nervous, and this escalated into panic when Colin asked how long I had been a collie.

I didn’t want to lie to such fine upstanding collies so I explained my situation, and how I had shapeshifted into a collie when I had been drawn in this here direction by the dog barking and then saw that the town was called Collie.

How would the Collie twins take my shapeshifting story. Well, that is another tale good readers…or to be more precise, the end of this one that’ll have to wait until another day…

Hello, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey here.  I was feeling down recently, with things not going well in the Greenygrey world, but then I read Marc Latham’s ant theory article on Existential, and it gave me renewed hope that the Grand Council can be controlled, because it made me believe that they may not be the architects of reality after all.

Hello readers, this is the Grand Council.  Ha, did you read Grey’s blog from Latham today.  It sounds like the Grey half of that troublesome twosome former whole werewolf is in as much bother as the Green we have safely locked up.  It won’t be long before they are both under our control forever, and the world will be ours. 

We don’t have any more time for you today, so just keep following our orders and believing in our unquestionable right to control you, as well as the absolute authority of your governments to deceive you, because we order you to.

Hello, it’s Wolfgang von Greenygrey again.  I have good news.  I have just read Grey’s latest blog, and it enjoyed a great stay in Collie.  It is now heading to Latham, a small town that sounds quite interesting.  Green is also surviving, and is doing as well as expected under the circumstances.  I have been busy myself, and have now collated Grey’s first week of blogs for you to read here, as I know it can be a little time consuming going all the way over to the Australia blog.  Have a great day, and enjoy your reading!

Hello world! Welcome to Grey Werewolf’s Australia Travel Diary

Welcome to my virtually amazing new website.  I will be keeping you up to date here about my travels through Australia.

It feels strange and sad to be so far away from Green, and I’m sure gonna miss that limey lobo, but hopefully I can find what I’m looking for in Oz, and we can be reunited as the one big werewolf again some day.

I hope you’ll keep me company on my rambles, and together we can get through this episode of the Greenygrey legend in one piece: or at least reunite the Greenygrey into one piece!

Grey Starts to Ramble Across Australia in the South West

Hi everybody. It’s Grey here, although I’ve rebranded myself as oniongreyv for this ramble to hide my identity from the GCG and celebrate one of my favourite foods. Regular readers of the Greenygrey will know me by now, but for those who don’t, you can catch up on my story from the links to your left. To cut a long story short, I’m one half of a legendary werewolf that rambled across North America before becoming Britain’s most celebritious werewolf via reality television. Then, after my sudden elevation to legendary status came before a fall, the Greenygrey was divided into Green and Grey by the shadowy Grand Council of the Greenygrey (GCG). I, Grey, have been sent to Australia, and this is my travel diary.

Dingo Leads Barking in Mount Barker

I arrived on Mount Barker, and was met by the very welcoming sound of dogs barking. A big crowd of dogs had turned out to greet me, and it was great to have some company again. They gave me a wine and apples banquet within a wildflower glade.

I had missed Green on the journey over, and the limey lobo’s ways to brighten me up, but I now felt that the anxiety I’d felt was unnecessary, and that things were going to turn out okay.

Aussie of Denmark

A friendly dingo called Digger escorted me through the town, and sent me off in the direction of Denmark. Denmark seemed a nice liberal place, and an Australian Shepherd called Aussie gave me a guide for Australia’s South West that I found very useful. It said that it had arrived from overseas as well, so it wasn’t a natural Australian, but is now known as an Aussie. Aussie took me down to Greens Pool, and that of course brought back memories of Green, and especially our pool swims.

Wombat of Walpole

It was already afternoon when I bade Digger goodbye and set off north-west. I had a lovely ramble through 400 year old red and yellow tingle trees, and by evening I’d reached Walpole.

I’d got a bit bored with my wolf features along the way, so had changed into an Australian animal, and it was quite fortunate as it turned out.

Because after arriving in Walpole I made the acquaintance of a very distinguished old Wombat; and guess what animal I’d shapeshifted into? Yes, if you guessed wombat you’d be right.

My new wombat friend introduced itself as Vombatus Ursinus, but said I could call it Vombat. It was a muscular little animal with strong short legs hidden by a nice long coat, and had a quaint habit of twitching its nose when it spoke.

Vombat provided a great vegetarian spread, and we continued talking and feasting until late in the evening. I didn’t mention meeting Digger, as wombats and dingoes don’t get on too well. Vombat the Wombat invited me to stay the night in its burrow bungalow, and I was only too happy to accept the invitation.

Travel is a Funny Old Activity

Before I dropped off to sleep I thought what a funny old activity travel is. I’d started the day reluctant to leave Green, and unsure of what lay ahead for me, but I’d had a wonderful day, and met many great new friends along the way.

I’ll try and update you on my ramble early next week, so have a great weekend!

Margaret River Western Australia Whale Sharks

Vombat sent me off with a good brekkie, and I started my second day on the road in high spirits. The sea looked serene, so I entered and shapeshifted into a whale shark to swim up the coast. It took me a while to get into their massive size, so I was flapping around on the surface for a while, looking half whale and half wombat.

Meeting Margaret Rivers in Margaret River

I got into the flow after a while and enjoyed swimming with a genus of whale sharks that were passing my way: Winona, Walter, Wendy, William and Dweezil made me feel right at home, and Dweezil was good laugh in an oddball way. They travelled quite slowly, but it meant I could see more of the nice coral and fish under the water.

We reached Margaret River by tea time, and Margaret Rivers was there to welcome me as I changed into human form to emerge onto the beach like Ursula Andress in the James Bond film Dr. No. Well, after I’d shaken myself out of a side fin I’d forgotten about anyway.

Margaret said she was the long lost sister of famous American comedienne, Joan Rivers, but Joan was not aware of her. She said she had been listening to some whale sound audio, and heard that I was on my way.

She showed me around Margaret River, which is a very nice post-surfie community, and then took me home for a feast of a supper. She also let me use her computer, and I was delighted to see that Green had read my previous blog and relayed it on to readers of the Greenygrey website and blog.

My whale shark companions sent some greetings our way not long before going to bed, as they made their return journey, and their relaxing melodies guaranteed me a good night’s kip.

Hello readers, my name is Wolfgang von Greenygrey.  My family have been members of the Grand Council of the Greenygrey (GCG) for many centuries, and it breaks my heart to see it reduced to the shambolic tyranny that it now is.  I have coded this message in literary nonsense so that those in the Grand Council infected by evil will not be able to detect it.

History and Current Situation of the Grand Council of the Greenygrey

There have been many crises in the history of the GCG, but maybe none as grave as the current situation.

Greenygrey numbers have of course been in decline for centuries, and now there is only the one surviving Greenygrey, and even that is now divided, with one half in exile and the other under house arrest.

I’m afraid that destructive elements have infiltrated the GCG, and they do not believe in the Greenygrey ethos: they only believe in their own power, privelege and wealth.

There is Still Hope for the Greenygrey

The good news is that there is still hope for the Greenygrey as long as Green and Grey can stay alive and one day join together again.

Green is comfortable, but obviously unhappy, and I am trying to help it as much as possible.

Grey is lucky to be out of it all, and today blogged from Collie in Western Australia, where it met some interesting collie dogs, and may even have seen some famous ones.

I will try and keep you updated on the Greenygrey situation as regularly as possible.

Welcome to this new beginning: a glorious new life for all of you.  The Grand Council will provide for you from now on.

Green is Unncessary, and Grey Unwanted

After deporting Grey and putting Green under house arrest the Grand Council has decided that the Greenygrey part of the old name is unnecessary and unwanted, so the Grand Council has unanimously decided to discard the moniker that is a reminder of the silly quest for unity and utopia.  The Grand Council prefers to live in the reality of division and dystopia.

New Rules for Grand Councillors

For regular visitors to this site, and all new converts there are some new ground rules.  From now on there will be none of that carefree willy nilly browsing and living.  You must and will:

• pray to the Grand Council before and after visiting the site
• send us all your money to keep us in the standard of living we have become accustomed to
• absolutely deplore any of that hedonistic living we know you like to get up to
• not read any blogs depicting a free and interesting life such as that of the most renegadish outlaw Grey in Australia

So, have you got that.  We will be back with more rules to control you soon.  And don’t forget to pray to us after leaving the site.

We have found out about Green’s scurrilous anti-GCG blogging on this website, and have therefore taken measures to control Green and close down this blog.  You are also banned from reading Grey’s Australian Travelling  literary nonsense blogs, because it is literally all nonsense, going on about brunching on buns in Bunbury and shapeshifting into roadrunners and dolphins.  You have been warned.  Stay away, and be the GCG.

I know I’m supposed to be the bright and buzzing half of the Greenygrey, but the GCG is really getting me down these days, and I’m missing ol’ Grey after it was sent away to Australia.

Grey Sends News from Western Australia

There was some good news today, as Grey (oniongreyv) has posted another blog to let us know it is doing fine on the Western Australia coast.  It’s been swimming with whale sharks and met Joan Rivers’s secret sister in Margaret River, and had a good sleep after reading that I’d received its last blog.  That was very comforting for me.

My Growing Paranoia About the GCG

While I’m glad to hear Grey’s doing well, I can’t help becoming more and more paranoid about the GCG.  They said it was hard to sell greenygrey to the British, but I see more and more greenygrey around the place all the time, so their version of events just doesn’t add up.

I mean look at the Xbox website: how greenygrey is that?  And who’s making money out of it?  Certainly not Grey and me, and after we’ve worked so hard on our brand.

Please be sure to tell Grey or me if you see any other companies using greenygrey, because I’m going to try and gather evidence to put to the GCG.