Vaccines: Where the bloody hell are you? (Musings on alternative advertising campaigns)

The vaccination rollout in Australia has appeared to me to be a debacle at all levels of government, where the technocrats ruling the states and the Commonwealth have all dropped the ball in various ways. This was brought home to me particularly this morning when I looked more closely at the letter my elderly mother …

Football is coming home and despite being ethnically Italian, I do not mind at all

youtube.com/watch Even Dorothy knows it… Let me put on record that I loathe Association Football (otherwise known as Soccer) and consider Australian Rules to be Real Football. Given that, I do not usually get too excited about soccer tournaments and I do get a spot of malevolent glee when the Socceroos fall flat on their …

Why My Local Upper House MP Bernie Finn Deserves A Knighthood

People reading my blog are going to surmise after a while that despite my libertarian convictions, I am pretty conservative on a lot of things, if not downright reactionary. For example, as a property owner and a ratepayer, it appalls me that mere tenants are able to vote in local government elections. I consider this …

Cross Bench MP Suddenly Realises Election Is Approaching, Puts Fridge Magnets In Letterboxes Of Constituents

I have been reading the somewhat satirical Betoota Advocate a lot lately, which claims to be one of the oldest newspapers in Australia (it actually did not exist until its online edition was introduced a few years ago, in case you are inclined to take it seriously). Hence you might see a resemblance in the …

What a Dumbarton Idea!

Last year, I wryly noted in this blog that a future former friend (whose delusional tendencies border on the certifiable) had once caused me to make a spectacularly unsuccessful speculative investment. At that time, I wrote that the director of the company at the heart of that investment had already prepared a shopping list of …

Dark Emu and Other Great Australian Literary Hoaxes

I once almost was a neighbour of the great Australian poet John Shaw Neilson. For the first seven years of my life, I lived in Gordon Street Footscray, number 156 to be precise, in a neighbourhood which was gobbled up in 1976 by the Footscray Hospital when the brutalist concrete psychiatric facility was constructed behind …

My Kingdom for a Horse! Reflections on Malcolm Gladwell’s Latest Book.

“For want of a nail, a shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, a horse was lost. For want of a horse, a rider was lost. For want of a rider, a message was lost. For want of a message, a battle was lost. For want of a battle, the war was lost. For …