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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