Bruce Is an Iron Man

Bruce left home with mixed feelings. Of course he would miss his mother, brother and sister. And he was losing his rent free accomodation. However, his mum was into neat and didn't approve of him bringing the sheilas home after nine in the evenings. What he needed was a shack he could call his own where he could spread out like a bachelor ought to leaving his socks and UnderDaks wherever they damn well landed.

Obviously, Bruce wanted to build something cheap and fast, but good enough quality to impress the odd bit of fluff. "Corrugated iron," he thought, "That's the stuff a real man's house is made of." So Bruce built himself a hut of corrugated iron and furnished it with a satellite aerial, TV and refrigerator large enough to house a slab of stubbies. Life didn't get much better than this.

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Copyright May 1996 Katherine Phelps
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