True blue tale of Wompoo
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.