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Well, it should have been all easy peasy. But you would not believe what happened last week. As usual, the readers voted who will take part in this year’s Super Dede competition.  To give all contestants the same chance, voting closed on Tuesday, two days after the last contestant was introduced. Unfortunately the management committee gave an example on how someone could still affect the temporary result.  If someone wants Eve L. gone, they could leave a comment on Cool Cats post. NOT COOL at all. Sure enough two people followed that ‘advice’ and left a comment on the cats post, with the result that Cool Cat passed Eve L.


Of course Eve L was not taking it lying down. As we already know he was working on a complaint but miraculously he also got a comment from St Petersburg, Russia. (Truly, I could not have made this up!)


No idea what it says**, but nifty as Eve L is, he figured out the rules mention comments but don’t stipulate the language or whether the comment makes sense.

The next day Mouse, the organiser, wanted to chuck it all in after she looked the the revised vote count.


“This competition is such a mess.” she said. “Now Cool Cat and Eve L. both wiggled their way into the competition and they pushed Push Push, the elephant out. ”

Devil had enough of the kerfuffle “I am making an executive decision here” he said firmly “Eve L is under suspicion of colluding with a foreign power and should be barred from this year’s competition!” Does anyone dare to disagree with Devil?


Meanwhile Push Push was so anxious whether she gets in this time, that she did her own recount and had to find out that Foxy Lady did better than her as well. Honest as she is, she admitted the fact to Foxy Lady “nobody seemed to have noticed that you have a point more than I as well.” Luckily, Foxy Lady absolutely hates talent shows and patted the elephant sisterly on the back while she replied: “And we won’t tell anyone either. With your colourful circus personality you will do so much better than I. I am just a cranky old liberal academic. No one seriously wants to see me in a talent show!”

Well, she hadn’t reckoned with our readers. Sure enough someone said “I do!” But by then voting had closed.


Finally the group picture of the five contestants was released. Not a particularly happy bunch, I must say. Who can blame them. After these two chaotic weeks, they were totally exhausted and they were allowed to go off for a weekend of golfing to get a good break before the competition starts in all seriousness today.


Problem is, the Dedes can’t play golf at all. Gifting them a golfing weekend just sounded good. So, how do the Dedes relax? They went to a spa anyway. Sitting in a hot tub is no good either, as they are not water tight. To make the best of it Cool Cat treated herself to a massage by Chance. Pity the Dedes have no bodies and a massage is somewhat wasted on them too.

…To be continued next week.

**PS: We tried to find out from enders_production what their comment meant. While they responded, they didn’t engage with our request. It happens that we have Russian friends of our own and even though we did not get a direct translation from them either, we were told it is a word of encouragement. And we opted to believe it.




Finally the birds managed somehow to peck Cash Cow’s tummy. This gave her a big fright. “That hurts, you silly things,”  shouted Cash Cow angrily, while she let go of them and they could escpae. “And you also  ruined my ear drum.”

“What were you thinking?” asked Nitpicker who also has a rather large beak.

“What’s it to you?” asked Cash Cow dismissively “they are not even Dedes!”

“Only because you have Cash to your name, doesn’t give you the right to use whatever or whoever you want!”


Cash Cow figured out quckly that using the birds was a dumb idea. They didn’t give her the expected relief. In their distress they started chirping like there is no tomorrow, right into the cow’s big ears. You should have seen how quickly she pulled them out!


Oops, I am a bit behind with the storyline here on the blog. When I wanted to post last night, we had a power cut and it didn’t come back until sometime in the middle of the night.

So Deutsch Fraulein did indeed make her cinnamon short bread. But Rob D Light wasn’t impressed, he doesn’t feel like short bread, instead he lamented: “I need no Christmas cake. I need a house and a job.”

“I’ll build you one” offered L’Artiste in the spirit of Christmas and grabbed a few pieces of short bread. At first Rob was terribly excited that someone would care so much about him, to actually help him. But then when he saw the result he said disappointedly “very artistic.” We all know what that means, don’t we?

Yesterday, the Dedes decided they have to do a bit more for a proper Christmas mood and they dug out their rendition of “Twelve Days of Christmas” they did last year as their first project on Instagram. The performance is strictly for tone deaf people only.


And sure enough, Cash Cow, who is really stressed out with the Christmas season was driven bonkers by the singing. She looked everywhere for ear plugs, but all she could find where these two birds, with good sized beaks. They, on the other hand, weren’t too happy to help, really! But what can you do when Cash Cow is strangling you?




The Dedes have two anniversaries to celebrate. In the week between Christmas and New Year the first Dedes turn 5. Yes, that is a biggy for some of the Dedes. But today is also a very special day for all the Dedes: exactly one year ago they started their journey on Instagram, and what a journey it has been! In this year they definitely lost their innocence and came of age. They believe it is a story for keeping and are currently collating it into a book, but it is not quite finished yet. They could not have done it without their audience and they want to  THANK ALL THE WONDERFUL READERS who enjoyed and participated in the spirit of the Dedes. As a special gift for you, I have put together a print-ready A3 poster with mug shots of the entire cast to date and their names. No more wondering who is who. If you send me a comment, or an email  I will pass the pdf file on to you.  In the meantime we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your support!



The Dedes live in New Zealand and summer is in full swing. For most of them their spirits are up, except for poor Deutsch Fraulein who is smiling through gritted teeth. She misses the cold and darkness in the weeks leading up to, what she thinks is a proper, Christmas so much. This is a throwback to a year when the Dedes could still afford Christmas cakes. No such thing this year. So Deutsch Fraulein really got a double whammy.


“That puppet is such a loser!” said Harvey, the gambling buck rabbit pointing in the direction Scardy Pants had wandered off. The rabbit knows a thing or two about soldering on after losing everything. “Calling him a loser doesn’t help,” said Court Jester. “He is exactly the kind of puppet we have to engage with. He might turn around when we show him more respect.”


“You can’t spoil it for me,” said Scardy Pants and turned away to leave the meeting. “I will wait for the helicopter and I know it will come.” he added.

“Okay, there is of course always a chance” agreed Court Jester, “but it will cost us dearly and will only take you to the nearest hospital. You still have to recover and start all over again.”


Philosopher decided to speak out today. “Our society is on a journey to the top of a mountain. We know it is a long and hard climb but the promise of a beautiful view keeps us going. While the fitter ones race to the top, some of us are only half way there, or even worse, have slipped and fallen. Now, without hope of ever making it on their own, they have decided to call the rescue helicopter.” Then he pulled out his diagram. “Here, this shows we are all in it together. We are all Dedes. Let’s focus on the similarities not the differences. It doesn’t help telling the exhausted ones they should have trained harder. They can’t suddenly grow wings. The ones that are ahead have to go back a little way and share their water and their sandwiches.”

“And what about the rescue helicopter?” asked someone from the crowd. “I doubt it will ever come,” said Philosopher, “the one who pretends to be the pilot doesn’t have a licence.”



Then Top Dog was asked to position himself on the diagram. He looked at it for a brief moment. “No way will I tell anyone how much money I have” he said and he placed a big fat dot on the word ‘Right’. “But there is one thing everyone should know, I am always right!”