There's a radio interview with two guys about an airport development, or a development under an airport, or something. The same two guys were talking about exactly the same thing, in separate interviews, a month ago. They might have just as well been locked in a studio together in order to produce the same opinion in a more efficient way. Or then there's an item about water in the outback, and leaks, or bores, or leaky bores, or borey leaks, or at least one of those things. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Work is a drip. I'm out of here. I'm going to throw it all in, and take up charity work for children growing up in poverty in darkest Northcote who have been affected by John Howard's brutal dictatorship. From now on, I'm handing this blog over to a new proprietor, a Southern Right Whale - Charlie, his name is:
Say hello to Charlie, or, as he is called in his own language, Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaoooaaaaae Aeeeeeeeeoooooaoooooooaaaaaa. He likes growing flowers, caring for nature, and children; he unwinds by listening to folk music and drinking soy chai; and he votes for the Democrats, but has many friends in the Australian Greens. I'm sure he'll bring a unique perspective to this blog.