GIGANTES WHAT?
BUSHRANGER is an adventurous eater, but this particular delicacy might be taking things too far. The large tin of “Gigantes” “Dicke” was spotted in an otherwise family-friendly supermarket in Fannie Bay. Serving suggestions, anyone? Money laundering
BUREAU of Meteorology forecaster
was ambushed by ABC Radio host this week. Following a discussion about the weather, Ms Patrick was asked what she would do if she spotted $100 in the toilet. “The good thing about Australian money is it’s plastic and can be washed,” she said. Everyone has a price.
Lies, dam lies
THE Territory’s subtlest policy mind,
has reignited debate about building a dam on the Daly River. This comes months after the subject was hinted at in the Northern Australia White Paper. Northern development flag waver got a little shirty back then when Labor and AFANT raised their concerns. “To be honest it sounds like a load of crap to me,” he boomed down the phone line. Time will tell.
Community work
ONE of the NT’s top prosecutors,
got quite a shock this week during the sentencing of former cop and attempted insurance scammer
Defence lawyer told the Darwin Local Court that “my friend” would be suitable for community work. Judge looked on in horror. “Surely you mean your client,” he said. For the record, Green was sentenced to 140 hours of community work.
Judge away
THE Magistrates Court is now the local court, and the magistrates are now judges. Attorney-General reckons the magistrates needed a title befitting of the re-
WORST PERFORMANCE OF THE WEEK:
spect owed to their role. The change of titles hasn’t really convinced the legion of gruff crims, however. The change has even got court staff and the magistrates (err ... judges) stumped. has lost count of the number of times the old titles have slipped out this week.
Where is it all?
has previously waxed lyrical about the profound piece of graffiti sprayed beside Dick Ward Drive in Fannie Bay. “Where is it all?” the graffiti asks. Bushranger reckons it’s best interpreted as commentary on tight-fisted approach to federal funding for the NT.
Going, going, gone
SCOMO’S budget confirmed this week that the Wickham Point Detention Centre will close. The centre was built and owned by local tycoons and
You can be sure the duo have a plan for the place. Bushranger reckons they’ll put a lick of paint on it and auction it off as apartments. The sales pitch writes itself: “Inpex Heights, Darwin’s newest suburb. Cosy units, suitable for large families. Secure. Previous owners saw good rental returns.”
See ya, Jarrod
NINE News Darwin is on the hunt for a new head news honcho. News director finished up on Friday and is returning home to Sydney with his young family to take a promotion as executive producer of No word yet on a replacement, but we know Jarrod’s colleague loves the Territory, so perhaps he’ll put his hand up. He’d have to take a massive pay cut, but never say never to #bringkarltodarwin. Miracles do happen.
Where are the bodies?
THE Territory election is getting closer and closer. Political types are starting to shred documents, redraft their CVs for the private sector and make sure all the bodies are buried. That last one is quite literal: the Attorney-General’s Department has issued a call for tenders for body transportation and undertaking services in Central Australia.
Cloak and dagger
NOW here’s something you don’t see every day. Two cabinet ministers deep in conversation on Packard St, Larrakeyah, at 10.15pm on Thursday, with an official car waiting nearby. We know cabinet discussions are supposed to be secretive, but we reckon
and might have taken the whole “cloak and dagger” thing a bit too far. While a dark suburban street might seem like a good place for a quiet chat, there are obvious downsides: you never know when will go past on the way home from the pub.
Big bad Clive
has left federal parliament, hopefully for good. The Queenslander first visited chaos on Territory politics when he recruited and
A reminder: there is still a video of Palmer up on YouTube of him dancing around in a bunny rabbit onesie, smearing peanut butter on the chest of a semi-naked man who is wearing a
mask. That is all.