The Rex I'd see in the alleyway was like an excited 13-year-old.
Rex was a perfect gentleman. He would hold my hand, buy me flowers and talk.
"Rex is an exhibitionist," Robyn explains. And she admits he has a kinky side. "Rex was almost caught once about five years ago in a public place naked as a jaybird. A motorist caught him in full force with the headlights of his car. I had on this fluffy leopard print coat and Rex hid behind me and said: "If he asksyou, deny everything!"
As Robyn explains it, she would always be clothed, but Rex would have flung off his clothes by the end of their encounter so he was starkers.
He'd hold her chin so she did not avert her gaze.
"I was to look him straight in the eye and to breathe on him. I would tell him he was wonderful. Then he would work himself to a stae of excitement shouting: "Oh my God, you're going to kill me. You're going to give me a heart attack!"
No fat presidents. No corporate sponsorship. No accountability. No new training precincts. No parasites. Just good old Collingwood forever.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Rex's Secret Flashin'
Here's the highlights typed straight from my mum's copy of New Idea.
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