In all this blairing around the bush pre-premature ejaculatory militarism, would it be churlish and unpatriotic to bring this up? Errrr, ummm what ever happened to the posse that was hot on the trail of that Osama bloke? (Anyone still remember him?)
And in local news. Inevitable at this time of the year in Melbourne. Woke up this morning to the smell and sight of this city blanketed in smoke from countless bushfires in the country and semi-rural suburbs. Suspect this is merely a pipe-opener.
Undaunted Mrs Feral and I donned our firefighting backpack tanks and went to an exhibition of this sheila's cartoons at the Victorian State Library. (I suspect Twisted would have enjoyed it.)
These guys tell us that Australia is currently on a heightened level of alert. Those Australians that aren't alert, xenophobic, paranoid, jingoistic and willing to swallow anything the government spoonfeeds them obviously have to be terrorists or fellow travellers.
Don't know whether her omnipresent ads for Weight Watchers are confined to Oz but if I see that barracuda faced Duchess of Porkflap one more time I shall be forced to shoot the TV set. Maybe I'll wait until she, Jamie the spitting cook and Setev Irwin appear on Parkinson together and do a job lot.
Editor's note: If by the Duchess of Porkchops you're refering to Turgid Fergy and her feckled jowels then, to the best of my knowledge, she hasn't appeared in any weight watchers ads here in Blighty. It's probably in her 'civil list' contract.
