True blue tale of Wom­poo

Townsville Bulletin - - Inside Today - Steve Price steve. price@ townsville­bul­letin. com. au

WHO knew two Wom­poo flew through Gumlu, Giru, Bam­ba­roo to you Blue. Say that 3584 times faster than Wom­poo poo. Yes they’re here and what beau­ti­ful birds they are, as Mary From The Dairy Ver­non wrote yes­ter­day here in our Bird­watcher Bully. The lovely doves hav­ing been blown here look­ing for food, and with the way Yasi was, I’d keep an eye out for a cas­sowary and the Dunk Is­land div­ing board. Sin­cerely, how good have north­ern­ers been giv­ing time and money that may be needed to help our mates up on the Cas­sowary Coast. This week, an­other cy­clone, cy­clone FFA, blew into town, and in this case, ‘‘ took away’’ the Fury. Talk about a low de­pres­sion. RE­MEM­BER the Love Boat? Well the Ger­man ver­sion ar­rives to­mor­row. The cruise liner Deuscht­land is com­ing to town, and with it the ac­tors and crew of their own Love Boat se­ries. Al­ready Port Con­trol staff and Tug boat skip­pers have bought new binoc­u­lars, and 350 lo­cals of­fered to be ex­tras . . . the only role they of­fered me was as the an­chor. The Al­ba­tross is com­ing too. AN­OTHER UFO sight­ing over the city, this time Tues­day night over Wul­guru . . . prob­a­bly a fruit bat that sat on a bar­bie for too long. I had so many calls about it, one say­ing they saw it, all the oth­ers ask­ing if it was Cap­tain Kirk, Doc­tor Who or even Ben Buck­ley af­ter the Fury an­nounce­ment. Un­for­tu­nate Fury Oblit­er­a­tion. And so I ask, how did Mr B es­cape? He was ob­vi­ously beamed up by Scotty as the F Troop ( or Fu­ri­ous Troop) were wait­ing and he had Buck­leys of get­ting away. AN­OTHER Jenny Hill press re­lease hit the emails yes­ter­day, and I think the emails hit back. This one’s about wa­ter, next week’s will be about the tooth fairy, the week af­ter re­veal­ing where Elvis is liv­ing. Jok­ing, Elvis hasn’t told her yet, but it’s all in­ter­est­ing read­ing and keeps coun­cil meet­ings ex­cit­ing, and nat­u­rally, free of any sharp ob­jects. TIME to be se­ri­ous as I’ve come up with a way to make a for­tune. Tat­too ink that fades in 10 years. The idea came from a waitress who had a para­graph or two on her arm, along with most of Mal­para on her back, and was most up­set when I tried to read the words, and no I did not try to smell the flow­ers. THE Red Baron is OK af­ter be­ing Yasi­fied. I talked to the Baron and Baroness, and our won­der­ful air­craft – which is as lo­cal in the our north­ern skies as our mar­vel­lous sun­shine or fruit bats – will be back at the end of the month. Could you imag­ine be­ing in the Baron dur­ing Yasi? It would break the sound bar­rier and beat the A380 to Lon­don. THE third day of au­tumn, when the leaves fall ( if we had any left) . . . have a laugh at any­thing, even your­self. Happy Days and ooroo.

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