JC asked the pertinent question of what happened to Colin Barnett’s chins in his website photo. Is he sucking them in? Is the shot from Colin’s High school days? Did they have colour photography back then? Indeed. Don’t worry, JC bogged up a more faithful rendition of ole “asleep before he even got to the wheel” Barnett. Looks like he’d have an Irish accent in the bottom one for some reason. Ah to be sure. thanks JC.


If my deals don’t tempt ya – nothing will!
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can we get a leprechaun hat on the second pic? and a shamrock and shillelagh?
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My first thought was the top shot was at the beginning of a big night, and the lower, at the end of that big night.
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plastic surgery courtesy of photoshop.
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and they’ve changed his skin tone to a more flattering goldy tone.
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Look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, you’re under!
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This is appalling. Did our Premier personally approve the air brushing of his chin? Is this symbolic of our continuing fascination of meaning style over substance? As if the floppiness of his chin impaired his ability to govern (so to speak).
Or is it the real result of recent surgery enabling it to double as a diamond glass cutter, presumably as a means of escape if trapped by journalists in the foyer of a city hotel or used for exorcising his ministerial records without leaving fingerprints?
While I’m here, wasn’t “On the Move” the motto of Kennet era Victoria? (Something they manifestly weren’t.)
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to me, ‘On the Move’ will always be the adult literacy TV Show, where a young Bob Hoskins played an illiterate removals man, who would get lost on his way to make deliveries because he couldn’t read the road signs.
pretty much a dead ringer for our Colin.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Move_(TV_series)
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as an aside…
Sattler was getting desperate, and after failing to get any traction with the usual stuff about pensioners and paedos, was forced to fall back on the old standby: Schhapelle Corby – the go-to girl for a struggling talkback jock.
he hit gold, with a wonderful parade of wingnut bogans either wishing her dead or crying conspiracy.
the tirade from Mr Andrew Morley is worth the trip, I promise. Entirely in caps and entirely devoid of punctuation. I hope it’s not a spoof, but if it is it is genius.
http://blogs.watoday.com.au/madashell/2009/08/shapelles_serve.html#comments
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I think it was actually Colin of Cottesloe. A bloke who dresses in a clown costume and has a coupla bottles of SheRadoodles before setting off to go to work . Presides over a ramshackle, pointless and dispirited operation.
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I prefer the subtlety of craig barrell’s comment.
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Yes me too. Such reasoned alacrity.
(lets just pretend other countries don’t already kill people for drug offences)
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“ALL SHE HAD TO DO IS ASK FOR THE WEIGHT OF HER KLUGGAGE”.
Gosh. Indeed.
Mr Sattler: there’s a chap who needs a bit of shooping.
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they wont publish my rants about howard – mostly that he never returns my calls/blog posts/ccomments/primal screams
he just eats blogs and leaves
returns next week and does the same thing
its a kind of co-dependancy
he’s such a beast
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Not only have they ‘shopped his chin but someone’s wisely told him to shut his gob. He has got truly awful teeth. It’s like they’ve eroded and are 75% normal size.
Brings back memories of Doughboy Michael Moore when he had his Fahrenheit 9/11 movie posters slimmed down and duded up?
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police found some items of CB’s property at a drug lab in Christian Porter’s electorate of Bateman
“O yes thats right I was burgled’
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The wonky eyes give the whole story away.
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Gumnut eyes.
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The eyes that say “Well that’s about enuff choof for me”.
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he’s wondering where the pizza boy is.
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I know what happend the picture has been editored on the computer program Photo Shot.
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in your branes.
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