So I am at Le Chien getting a take away coffee and my dog is sort of patiently waiting outside. He mostly sits, but he likes to wander and scavenge as well and he especially likes to charm people at the outside tables into giving him bacon which he is really quite good at.
When you turn away I am totally getting some bacon
All of a sudden in walks Robert Murphy! And then he walks out again and stands out on the street! He looks like he is waiting for someone. Possibly Angelina Jolie (because Robert Murphy plays like he is the Angelina Jolie of the Western Bulldogs so it would make sense that she was about to turn up on Gamon St).
Then he walks off around the corner.
A moment later Cal Ward turns up! I think it was Cal Ward. He looks A LOT BIGGER in real life. I mean when you see them on telly and they are first year players like Cal Ward was last season they look like tiny babies compared to all the other players and then you meet one and he looks like he could crush your head in his hands.
I have a rule that polite ladies (like myself) do not speak to famous people if you run into them in public unless you REALLY CANNOT HELP IT. This is because they are not at work and they must get it a lot especially Robert Murphy who is a total legend!! Also it is really uncool. Ahem.
But I just couldn’t help myself, so when Cal Ward came into Le Chien and I was just standing there waiting for my coffee and he was OBVIOUSLY LOOKING FOR ROBERT MURPHY I said “If you’re looking for Robert Murphy he went that way around the corner”. And he said “Thanks”. And off he went! Oh my goodness.
And then they both came back into Le Chien! Robert Murphy got The Age (I was carrying the Australian which was a bit embarrassing – I only get it for Bill Leak and John Kudelka and Peter Nicholson and Philip Adams and that other guy) and they went to a table outside. I noticed he had a brace on his knee, which is a bit of a worry as he has to start being a Football Sparkle Fairy in just a few weeks.
Anyway, as Robert Murphy went outside he spoke briefly TO MY DOG! My dog said nothing.
I asked him afterward what Robert Murphy said and he would not tell me. Bastard.
Here is a graphic representation of what happened.
A graphic representation of the events at Le Chien
Here is a breathlessly taken picture of Robert and of Cal and page 11 of the Herald Sun in which you can’t see anyone very well so it’s probably OK to put it on the internet even though it is hugely uncool to do so.
Angelina Jolie does not appear in this photo
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But, but, but what about the coffee? did you ever get it? was it nice? Did the dog ever get any bacon? or was the whole situation too powerfull that these events did not transpire?
So many questions remain unanswered and now I’m left wondering, what if?
Who are these people? Other cartoonists?
The coffee at le chien is pretty good, but it is slow when they are busy. I never see the dog get bacon, I just see the chops being licked, he is like a kind of bacon ninja. None of the people in this story other than myself those in the Australian are cartoonists. No cartoonists were hurt during the making of this blog post although one is a bit overweight.
rofl
Le Chien is French for dog. It’s all dog worlds colliding.
Maybe Murphy asked your dog if the cafe was named after him.
WTF are these people? I’ve heard of Philip Adams and Bill Leak whose work does nothing for me. But these other people?
Gosh, don’t tell me Le Chien is french for…….no! that would be too easy.
FD Please, try to find a café called La Goulue where, through you, we can meet the ghost of Toulouse-Lautrec. Something, anything.
Moi? Je m’apelle le chien
An excellent adventure FD.
However…..There is one *small* matter that has me a bit confused.
“I have a rule that polite ladies (like myself) do not speak to famous people”
Err umm….What the heck happened to you during the holidays?
A trip to the vet’s for some bizarre cosmetic surgery?
Can’t a guy just be a polite lady without being accused of being a woman? This is typical of Howard’s Australia.
Le Chien is french for coffee beans passed through the intestine of a palm civet.
I am stunned that NOBODY has been excited on your behalf for having a totally unplanned encounter with Robert Murphy.
Being a football fan myself, I understand how unbelievably exciting this was for you and your dog, so GOOD ON YOU FD!
(coffee beans passed through the intestine of a palm civet = GOLD, btw)
Fiona, I would love to be excited for FD if I knew, although I suspect he plays tennis or lawn bowls, who the hell he was talking about.
I have seen Adam Cooney at Seddon Deadly Sins. So there.
Sorry dog, I wouldn’t know Dog if I tripped over him.
Le Chien is OK although I once waited 45mins before anyone realised my order was lost, it’s too glary (I’m impressed you could take the photo), and I don’t understand the door which is sort of automatic and just plain wrong; whatever happened to normal doors?
Doug Hawkins once delivered me a pizza. Or was than an ad?
I also buy the Weekend Australian for Bill Leak, Jon Kudelka, Nicholson, Phillip Adams (though he’s more insufferable than I remember) and that other guy. It’s a source of constant embarrassment.
And I once saw Scott West at a cafe in Kingston, ACT. I also decided against harassing him, but it was hard. I basically realised I had nothing to say except ‘go dogs’ and would have looked like a gibbering idiot. I didn’t have any dogs handy for him to talk to.