Nov 30, 2012
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FD: Great ‘toon.
Breathless with anticipation, I too watched Question Time. This was going to be the Rabbott’s great revelation. The moment for him, and his nasty little ankle-biter’s, great revenge on the evil, red-headed witch masquerading as our Prime Minister. Given fifteen minutes of total silence to make his case, he accused her of ‘conduct unbecoming’. Coming from the man whose hero was Bob Santamaria, this was a compliment.
The priest and the Bishop make a wonderful contribution to the Oz parliamentary process. NOT!
I love magpies. A friend rescued one with a broken leg. Once better it wasn’t interested in joining up with its former friends, so now he inhabits the garden and the home paddock passing wry comments and investigating peoples’ belongings.
What kind of love, and how were you offering it for a taxi at 8.30am in Canberra?
Fred Williams’ paintings will always pull focus, in my experience.
‘the prime minister is a…..’ you left out higler and frotter.
And yes, magpies are awesome especially Dane Swan so there Caroline Wilson
I rescued a magpie last week Venise. Unfortunately I rescued it from the whippets (glow of shame) who just go bananas when the seem maggies (and cats and rabbits) Seemed ok for the experience.
‘see’ not ‘seem’ Sorry I’m typing quickly so my boss doesn’t catch me looking at Crikey
I have a magpie in my garden who regularly lies face down in the mulch, and is still, for up to five minutes.
‘…by my bulging trousers we shall!’ Very funny albeit creepy.
We urgently require a horologist in the Dogonaut Lounge as our clocks need checking – the Leader of the Slopposition’s monologue went on for an hour and fifteen minutes, surely? It felt like it. But his droning was strangely soothing, unlike the content.
Firsty, I trust you have a Walkley Award finalist bonus factored into your generous contract with Mr Beecher. If not, keep that one up your sleeve for future negotiations.
A peck on the cheek; all loved up: They would not let you into the pool; cab at 8; just who made the breakfast firsty?
I’m quite impressed with douchnozzle.
Short, sharp and to the point.
Almost as good as a peck on the cheek from a magpie.
Definitely a disappointment about no cavoodle though.
Not to worry, Reuben will no doubt be lolling in the pool for next year’s party.
SBH: Oh dear. Do the maggies dive-bomb the whippets in the breeding season? I’m surprised the magpie was caught. When I let the cat out there’s a group of them waiting to jeer at her.