Category Archives: general bollocks

A clever, kind, connected Tasmania, well maybe kind… okay, probably not kind either. Forget I said anything.

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Just a note about the Tasmanian election. As of 6pm today (Friday Feb 19) it’s pretty much breaking the law in Tasmania to say anything on der interweb without adding your authorisation including name and address. As I am not a complete cretin, I’m not all that keen on publishing my home address on der interweb, so will be leaving the election cartoons in The Merc and not putting them up here until it’s all over. Prints and originals are still available, so contact me in the usual way.

Hopefully this isn’t election comment, but seriously, somebody needs to think this part of the Electoral Act through for next time. These days, posting your stupid opinions on the internet is more like a conversation than publishing, so this sort of stuff is ridiculously intrusive, and while I’m all for putting your name on what you say (large capital letters bottom right hand corner usually) the practicalities need to be thought through.

Some thoughts on the matter from Digital Tasmania here and another quite clever fellow here.

The turkey flip

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The Hobart Mercury 19/12/09

We’ve all heard about the monster turkeys being served up for Christmas in Tasmania this year, but spare a thought for the premier. The poor bastard’s got a whole freezer full that he needs us to choke down and hope the food poisoning doesn’t kick in before next March.

Perhaps the Miracle Of Christmas will kick in and everything will be fine, but Santa knows whether you’ve been good or bad no matter how much you pay your public relations department, so if I were you I’d be politely declining a slice of David’s Turkey this festive season.

Messing around in boats

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The Weekend Australian 31/10/09 - 1/11/09

The Weekend Australian 31/10/09 - 1/11/09


The boat people question is not, in fact, as complicated as everyone is making out. It boils down to the simple question: “How unpleasant a pack of arseholes do we want to be?”

Acting like a complete pack of arseholes will undoubtedly deter people from wanting to come here, the downside being, of course, that we will be a big pack of stinky arseholes. Not that tricky to work out, you decide.

Reminiscences of a food tragic

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Stephen Estcourt, Food Tragic

Stephen Estcourt, Food Tragic

We’ve got lawyers in our street. Yes, I know, the planning laws in South Hobart need a major overhaul, but if you’re going to have a lawyer a few doors up the road, then you could do worse than Food Tragic Stephen Estcourt QC: supermodel, raconteur, patron of the arts, damn fine cook and food blogger extraordinaire.

His Reminiscences of a Food Tragic is just the thing if you want to start feeling really, really hungry. With any luck this will earn us another invite over for lunch, I’m suddenly feeling a bit peckish.