I'm surprised that the roo can stay on that board. For that position in the wave, he's a bit too upright.
Using the tail-stall, setting up for a tube.
Malcolm Turnbull called Bill Shorten into his office recently and said, ‘Bill, I have a great idea. We are going to go all out & talk to country voters.’
‘Good idea Malcolm, how will we go about it?’ said Bill.
‘Well,’ said Malcolm, ’We’ll get ourselves one of those Driza Bone coats, some RM Williams boots, a stick & an Akubra hat.
Oh, and a blue cattle dog. Then we’ll really look the part.
We’ll go to a typical old outback country pub, we’ll show we really enjoy the bush.’
‘Right.’ said Bill.
Days later, all kitted out & with the requisite blue heeler, they set off from Canberra in a westerly direction.
Eventually they arrived at just the place they were looking for & found a typical outback pub.
They walked in with the dog & up to the bar.
’G’day mate,’ said Malcolm to the bartender, ‘two middies of your best beer.’
‘Good afternoon Malcolm,’ said the bartender, ‘two middies of our best coming up.’
Turnbull & Shorten stood leaning on the bar drinking their beer and chatting, nodding now & again to whoever came into the bar for a drink. The dog lay quietly at their feet.
All of a sudden, the door from the adjacent bar opened & in came a grizzled old stockman, complete with stockwhip.
He walked up to the cattle dog, lifted its tail with the whip & looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders & walked back to the other bar.
A few moments later, in came another old stockman with his whip. He walked up to the dog & lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head & went back to the other bar.
Over the course of the next hour or so another four or five stockmen came in & lifted the dogs tail and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually, Turnbull and Shorten could stand it no longer & called the barman over.
‘Tell me,’ said Shorten, ‘why did all those old stockmen come in & look under the dog’s tail like that? Is it an old outback custom?’
‘Strewth no,’ said the barman. ‘Someone told ’em there was a cattle dog in the bar with two arseholes.’
Doing some research for another topic and came across this web site by an ex-pat pom that looks like a great starting place for anyone contemplating to migration to Oz.
Been to both Daintree Rain Forest and Cairns (pronounced 'cans.')
I live there. Cairns, I mean. Have been face to face with a prehistoric deathbird in Tarzali. Really worry about their long term survival. Stoopid hoomans.
Ever been to the Iron Bar at Port Douglas? Been there twice.
A couple of times - I prefer Salsa (been there about 50 times ;-)
I love Harrison's too - but so exxy - just for special occasions.
Nautilus is fun for the environs, but the food rarely matches the prices.
Last birthday Mrs Hinge took me to Watergate - which was pretty good.
A work friend recommends Hemingways for boutique beer (brewed in house) and their own charcuterie.
A couple we met in Crete (he's ex-Melbourne, she's Cretan) are coming to Oz to visit his family and going to Port Douglas - we said we'd make some recommendations - but we're worried the prices will scare them. Also the their favourite restaurant in Rethymno wasn't our style (they're younger than us) - but hey the places their mum recommended in Chania were great (they help mum run the family apartments in Chania.
It was so weird hearing that Aussie accent in Crete - he came for holiday, met the daughter and never left.
He's a Collingwood supporter, but nice in spite of that. Mum has a very cool dog.
PS Port Douglas is only 50 km up the road - often go up just for lunch and a poke around. Such beautiful views on the drive.
Today's uplifting thought:
I haven't seen that pic before. It's a warning though!
Thus the charming Australian expression "We're not here to **** spiders."
**** ******* spiders!
My whole state is blacked out by a storm!