How’s my blogging? 1800corksoaker As I make my long and unnecessarily uncomfortable journey back, how do you rate the Deefock experience out of ten? It is a thankless task providing free daily entertainment for ungrateful pigs so I’m sure he’s earned his sack of Viet ciggies.
Holly C’s other half picked this up on his way past the butcher at the Innaloo shops. “Sounds like it should be some kind of adult expo,” she says. The floating broccoli is nice, but I’m disappointed they don’t have the Hebrew for pork (white steak) there as well. Hang on – is that pork kosher?
This Mandurah TV, spotted by langhorne, is out of the office. And no wonder, as the orfices are raining poo. Or at least they are in a TAFE.
We’re back in Freo and back with cars – but blame Jimmy, not me. J says this is “a clear worst” and was seen out the back of the Woolies car park off Adelaide Street. “Not a dawn I’d like to wake up with,” J says. Amen brother. Make and model, BO’T/Li’l Sis?
Brer Bento may be a nappy-changing, balcony-dwelling goat-cheese-eating PUMCIN, but he was a uni student once and there is still a spark burning feebly in his duck-a-la-orange-stuffed belly. I know this to be true because Comrade Bento sent me this item from the latest Grok, which the students at Curtin publish.
“Kids these days…dress standards? Not in my day,” he huffed. And it is true: Rachel Murray calls short denim pants a “scourge” and wants the authorities to “set a standard of expectation”. The scourge distracts students from the “content” they study.
Not Beechboro. Not exploitation. Toilet Sapa North Vietnam.
How much time is being lost in media workplaces today because of this document?
This passage was striking: “Mr Leckie: Mate, I have counted that, between Nine and Seven, I’ve been a CEO for twenty years. I’m tired. It’s time, I have no choice. I will still be involved, though. I will not leave my office. I will still call people, I will still call the shots. I am the frigging boss of the fuckwits at WAN. I’ll fix them right up. It will take me five minutes to fix the idiots on the WAN board. They are all fucking dopes. They wouldn’t know a thing about television, they don’t even get how to put a paper together. They just do what Kerry tells them. Fuck me, Western Australia.”
These remarks are disgraceful and I have the highest regard for all our past and present WAN overlords. As Mr Treasure said recently on a previous post, they are senior media people and they know what they are doing.
I note a report on page 30 of today’s West Australian quotes Mr Leckie as saying he did not say those things. He did not call WAN board members “idiots” or “fucking dopes”.
Betty just moved to Freo from Germany! Imagine her looking forward to seeing stiltwalkers, vibrant cafes, ships with no lead but with live sheep, musicians, The Herald (aka The Chook), Little Creatures, the Bon Scott statue, the old synagogue, the Shazzanator, the Army Museum, Jan ter Horst’s home – the whole panoply!
Alas, she saw this car. “Made me feel welcome,” Betty said.
Although it’s not as Worst, included is a car I papped as I was going into Polly’s Pipe on Friday evening. Note the Good Vibes and M.I.L.F On Board stickers (and the vibrant city skyline) as well.
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