Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Mayor Adam Tyson: Hard Arse S.O.B.

He may be new, he may be young, but by God - don't even think of pulling the wool over the Mayor's eyes. 

As reported by ABC Local yesterday, a crack squad of undercover minors caught out 70% of tobacco retailers in the Shire selling to under 18s. Adam left no illusions as to the flavour of authority he'd be dishing out over this one; mark his words - the gauntlet is coming off:

DO NOT PISS THIS MAN OFF


"We've basically laid down the gauntlet to the retailers now to say, 'look, you've been caught out. We want you to educate yourselves on why you shouldn't be doing this'."

The Shire will be running free education programs in November. "Council did not want to give the impression it was a revenue raising program."

Just fine the weasels Adam, and give us a discount on our rates notices. I just got mine yesterday, and I'M gonna have to start selling ciggies to kids @ 50 cents on the dollar to pay for the bastard.


http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/09/28/3023635.htm?site=gippsland&section=news

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Father's Day lament...

Along the banks of Hazel Creek in Warragul, ducks are in the thick of breeding season.

While a time of love and nurture, it's also full of stupid; ducks are notorious for underestimating the power of a vehicle 2000 times its weight (I took one out myself recently when it flew straight into the undercarriage of my 4WD).

For the last couple of weeks, a drake skittled on Bowen St has been lying next to the creek walking track. While walking my dog of an evening, I've noticed its partner turn up to loiter quietly for 15 minutes or so, as if it's going to wake up again.


This has been happening every evening for the past week without fail. Common wisdom is that ducks mate for life.

Fair dinkum puller of the heart string.
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Among my browsings to confirm whether ducks in fact were monogamous, I instead discovered they were sexual psychopaths:

'He forcibly picked into the back, the base of the bill and mostly into the back of the head of the dead mallard for about two minutes, then mounted the corpse and started to copulate, with great force, almost continuously picking the side of the head.'


Never trust a duck.