Saul: Hey, look: it's like my thumb is my cock. Dale Denton: That's not gonna get us a ride, man.

OK , now this blog pulls no punches today....it shoots from the hip , which is a weird place to have a gun, it takes no prisoners cos it’s a Blog , simply a blog and not a copper , a soldier or a pirate.

Cool.

Arthur Fonzerelli AKA The Fonz. AKA Fonzie..that man was a hero of mine. I looked up to him when I was a kid. He was the epitome of cool, the very definition of the word. I had a Fonz action figure...If you pulled the lever on his back he’d do the thumbs up thing. I thought it was cool . I was unaware of the irony in owning such a figure.

I could hardly use this action figure in any childhood games of imagination because he just ruined them. Playing bank robbers with my action figures and whether he was playing the part of a Cop , A Robber or A Victim he always thought the situation was cool. My imagination with the Fonz figure could go no further than positively expressing something was cool in a thumbs up fashion.

E.G

Action Figure playing Cop :

“Hey Fonzie, we have you SURROUNDED...My men have their guns trained on you, they can shoot you dead in a heartbeat, before you can do anything.... end of the line pal, come out with you hands high or we open fire in 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1.....”

{Fonzie appears at the window of the cardboard box and sticks his thumbs up}

FONZI : “Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!...........”

Still on the subject of cool. My nieces (who are 7 and 11) call me Uncle G, I mentioned to them that it sounded like Un-Cool G. Made them laugh. Told them for a joke they should call me Cool Uncle G to rectify that problem. They were very amused...this entirely backfired as they were amused by the Un-Cool part of the concept .........now they call me Un-Cool G.

Where’s the Fonz when you need him?....Oh Yeah...he’s in his office......the toilet of Arnolds Cafe.... The Fonz’s nieces and nephews must’ve thought he was UN-Cool....or at the very least.....pretty fucking weird....if not slightly dodgy. The pockets of his leather jacket were probably full of Werthers Originals.