Monday, June 07, 2010

Ernie Dingo stole my baby

Ah, bless. It's always amusing when life imitates art, if In The Worst Possible Taste can be considered as such. Gasket freaks may recognise the above post title as one of the lads' poorer attempts at lyrical humour. It's funnier when it's true, though. For it seems actor, presenter and hat enthusiast Ernie Dingo had been caught on the job with people who aren't his missus of 21 years - first by one enterprising lass who misguidedly thought what the world needed now was some Bingle-style nude shower snaps of the Croc Dundee alumnus, and was willing to pay $100K for the privilege thereof; then by a single mother from western Victoria who has come forward in order to report Dingo's behaviour to the relevant authorities, i.e. New Idea. Normally, you'd expect that'd be thank you linesmen, thank you ballboys for the marital union in question.

Nup. Cos as it turns out, Ernie Dingo has an open marriage, according to someone who would probably know, his missus. God-awful puns along the lines of 'that's not a wife, THIS is a wife' aside, some may say that it's a brave and noble call on the part of the couple to recognise their personal needs were on separate paths and yet found a way to keep the family unit together while still remaining happy and fulfilled in their romantic lives. Others would argue that no matter what, Ernie Dingo needs to realise that cheating on your missus is a dog act.

Me? I got nothing, as you can tell by the dismal content of this fucking post. Back to writing more ITWPT. Public holidays FTW.

The Doctor is OUT.

3 comments:

Moko 2.0 said...

YEah, got a giggle outta that too.

Luck to both of them.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, its kind of well known even up this way. Ernie comes to Broome every year for the race round in his role as one of the pearling co's spokesmen, and his companions are always young, very close,and fine.

Anonymous said...

Kudos to Ernie and his missus. There they are, confronted by this *gasp* 'scandal', and both of them shrug it off with a nonchalant, "And?"

Now THAT'S savoir faire!