Author Archives: rottobloggo

Outrage Sunday 313 the end

And so we face the final curtain. A tree falls in Guildford, and Krazy Kym was on the spot. Time for one more rapture. Our first (and last) slippers? I was touched by many submissions to TWOP (especially mine). One … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 312 fresh milk

I tried to buy this milk, Put it in my trolley. Took it to the checkout: Supreme act of folly. Security was called, The manager white-faced. I said I’d pay full price And avoid making waste. She wrestled it from … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 311 Ode to the Lord Mayor

Beat the cream until medium peaks form Fold it firm into a heavenly curd Some people hate those who surpass the norm Avoid the journo who smells like a turd. Whip the whites until they are stiff and shine Great … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 310 funky

“The man who is tired of verge pick-up detritus is tired of life.” – Adrian de la Touche. Then I had a meeting with Rupert. Then I had a meeting with, er, someone else. Have a faymous Sunday!

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Outrage Sunday 309 Elizabeth Quay flooded

“You’ve made a little boy very very sad.” This was up Scarborough way. The WORST. You know the truth about cows used for milk. I bet this bloke’s days in Shenton Park are numbered. I’ve got some bad news. Betty’s … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 308 Turnbull

It was going off in Teh Pert yesterday. I saw a South African woman appear in court accused of having cocaine in books when she arrived at the airport. Unusual Book Week idea! Our overlord TLA was at the Perth … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 307 constant and deliberate change journey

Forget the Lame-Stream Meeja, and their sham, drudgery, and broken dreams. Independent newspapers are where the good stuff can be found. Voice reporter David Ding-Dong Bell has a bloke we can get behind. “The city has been on a constant … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 306 bang bang bahen

The rate at which people are disappearing is just plain crazy. What are the odds they’ll be found on Pluto? This was way arty. As I passed the bin I felt I was looking at Max Kaye’s soul. Threat? Gang … Continue reading

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Outrage Sunday 305 verge meeting

The four horsemen of the Apocalypse After a bloody trip to The Wine Box Had tempranillo and barbeque chips, Wanted to chill out, kick back, and detox. But they had been usurped on Fortune Street By The Voice quartet and … Continue reading

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cheap eats cheap eats cheap eats

Would it have killed Teh 7West to have written different intros for each chapter? I thought my study had turned into Groundhog Day, with my dog as Andie MacDowell, as I read the same thing over and over. And while … Continue reading

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