SEEN at the lights on Hindmarsh drive today:
Some guy sitting in the driver’s seat of an old Peugeot hatchback, singing and playing a ukelele.
SEEN at the lights on Hindmarsh drive today:
Some guy sitting in the driver’s seat of an old Peugeot hatchback, singing and playing a ukelele.
An Ode to Cheese by James McIntyre (1827-1906)
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
Weighing over 7,000 pounds
We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you’ll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great world’s show at Paris.
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
We’rt thou suspended from balloon,
You’d cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
…as you do.

Scientists now believe that the underlying cause of underage binge drinking can be directly attributed to cheap overseas toy manufacturers, and NOT all that advertising on TV glamorising alcohol, or irresponsible drunken parenting, or peer pressure, or the bright spark who opened up a Local Liquor store right across the road from my old college. (AFTER I graduated and left, to my utmost disappointment.)

I work as a director of an after school care, among other things.
I will never understand why boys are so obsessed with their nether regions, and it seems it starts early. Yesterday I was rewarded for all my hard work by a 5 year old dropping his daks and proudly showing off his doodle to everyone in the afternoon tea line.
I, among with about 20 primary school aged girls, could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that.
They aren’t any less wrinkly and gross when they are smaller, BTW.
Seen this week in O’Connor:
A p-plater driving a BRAND NEW, SHINY BLACK FREAKING HUGE HUMMER.
OMG. I want that kid’s parents.
You simply can’t trust those bloody Kiwis…
They should just stick to sheep.