Me too.More often than you might think.
At least weekly. And if Lateline last night is anything to go by, so does Barnaby Joyce.
I trot out the odd "G'day, scumbag" to my nearest and dearest just to revive the memories.My nearest and dearest often don't speak to me lol.
When I saw the headline, I was sure this blog entry was going to be about British cooking.
Poor old British cooking. It can't really be as bad as it apparently is.
It is. It's why I fled for The Colonies.(Google's word verification is inspiring me to write something called "The Riddle of the Stinsin". Something about a lost airliner, with lots of old-fashioned sinning).
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