Our roads are violet crumbling
I need a job for about five years . . . ‘‘ No worries’’ said I ‘‘ How about two?’’ ‘‘ Not long enough’’ says he ‘‘ No mate, I mean 200 years, filling potholes! Actually, the first two hundred is just looking for them’’. Needless to say, for this job you have to put everything into it. You knew I’d mention them, I bet a dozen water bills I’m not alone in the Bully today talking potholes, and if you were talking into them there’d be an echo. All our roads are Yasified and certainly many are beginning to Violet Crumble, and then with GPS, and now sonar, we have to navigate them the best we can. But what can we fill them with? If only the mulch was harder – we had enough of the stuff to fill in the mine in the Isa.
DID YOU ‘ beware the Ides Of March’ on Tuesday, and sensibly not wear a toga to work, walk up any steps with your mates tagging along behind and looking daggers at you while holding a steak knife nicked from the company barbie. Surprisingly all went well at the Walker Street Council ‘‘ Appian Way’’ as Julius Tyrell, the water rates Caesar, made it safely to the colosseum ( where the ratepayers are thrown to the irons, to press His Magnificence’s toga) without Dallius Lastchanceicus and Verniferus Boatrampicus doing the dagger dance and taking over. In facticus, those two possible aspirants to the throne were at the basketball Saturday night, and along with all of us, cheered the Crocs to victory at the Crocosseum. It will be packed to the Pat Rafters tomorrow night, best get your tickets now, or boot the councillors out of theirs.
I’M WONDERING if our King Les gets to meet England’s Willy for a cup of English Breakfast and scones during the whole of two minutes that he’s here. No I’m not being cynical, I know he has only three days to visit the colony, he’s a busy busy Chocolate Royal and we all understand, even though Nanna spent longer here in 54, big busy Willy cannot, and fair enough I guess, but being a bit a royalist, I wish he could stay longer. He could be our Prince Of Potholes. Still, the size of them, Migaloo’s probably in one . . . ahhh, so he could be the Prince Of Whales! Free Our Willy, c’mon and stay a week or so Prince Bill.
THE BOY FROM OZ premiers tonight, and it’s a magnificent show, all the hits of Peter Allen like I still call Idalia home. It’s a limited season and Kevin Wright is as brilliant as ever and of course with Bill Monroe in charge, you will have a great night out. Even more colourful shirts to dazzle . . . I wondered where they went, I want them back Kevin.
NOT sure about these baby pictures Mr Ed has asked for, very hard for Ando and I as they were in a heritage listed cave near Chillagoe. Happy Days, see you at the Crocs tomorrow night!