not the motorcycle diaries

In case any of you were wondering, the person who signs comments on my weblog ‘Mo D 2 The Max’, ‘Mo D’ or ‘Rock Goddess’ is in fact Mrs NTMD, that’s right, my very own mother. She is supercool. Here are some examples of her demonstrated coolness over the years:

DEMONSTRATED COOLNESS INCIDENT NUMBER ONE:

Mum (to me (comparatively uncool) and my very cool brother, as we get in the car after seeing some very cool suburban cover band gig or somesuch): So how was the gig?

Me and my very cool brother: * mumble mumble teenage mumble *

Mum: Yeah right. So did you go in the doss pit?

Me: THE WHAT?

Mum: You know, the doss pit, where you go and ….

My very cool brother: * dissolves into laughter *

Me (disgusted): The mosh pit. You mean the mosh pit.

NB: I never went in the doss/mosh pit. Wasn’t cool/tall/skimpy enough. But my very cool brother did. He is so cool that he got suspended from school for having green hair while I was busy with the other übernerds running for school captain and such.

DEMONSTRATED COOLNESS INCIDENT NUMBER TWO:

Me: So do you like this CD?

Mum: Yeah it’s cool. What’s on the other side? Shall I turn it over for you?

Me: IT’S A CD MUM YOU CAN’T TURN IT OVER.

Dad: * hums I’m Livin’ in the Seventies *

Very cool brother: * dissolves into laughter *

DEMONSTRATED COOLNESS INCIDENT NUMBER THREE

Mum: So I’ve always wanted to start a band called Penis Envy.

Me: !

So, you get the picture. SHE IS COOL. I don’t know how I managed not to inherit the coolness. There must have been a very uncool milkman lurking around the suburbs of Adelaide circa 1979.