With a State election in March, and a Federal election in May, haven’t we got some ‘riveting’ TV and radio advertising to enjoy over the next four months.
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We are going to be served up so much verbal, visual and written diarrhoea that we’ll feel that all the nausea we will suffer could make us terminally ill.
The Clive Palmer United Australia Party advertising blitz has not had the reaction on most that Palmer would wish for.
Got the feeling Australia might sing along with that annoying song changing one word, “Australia’s not goin’ to cop HIM anymore”.
WITS
Listening to talkback, reading papers, letters to the Editor, one gets the impression there is massive disenchantment with the main political parties, probably even politicians in general.
Could it be possible we are looking at a parliament dominated by Independents? Interesting thought. Where do we go if informal votes top the poll? Don’t panic – it won’t happen … or could it?
WITS
Time seems to pass so quickly. It only seems like yesterday we were heading off to the show and here it is again, all happening on Saturday, March 2 with all the usual attractions and more.
Judging and the Championship Dog Show happen the day before, March 1, but it is already go go go.
The Commercial Cattle Competition went off last Friday and the popular Flock Ewe Competition is tomorrow, Friday February 15.
All you good people out there, support your Show, get some entries ready, schedules are out and about and the Show Office will open in the Old Courthouse Monday next February 18.
WITS
Paddy had been drinking at his local pub all day and well into the night until Mick, the barman, said, “That’s enough Paddy, no more tonight.”
Paddy nodded his head in agreement, saying, “OK Mick, I’ll be on my way then!”
Paddy spins around on his stool, staggers off and falls flat on his face. “Damn!” he says, and pulls himself up by the stool, dusts himself off, takes a step toward the door and falls flat on his face. “Oh, bloody damn.”
He looks at the door thinking if he can just get there he’d be right, so he belly crawls to the door, shimmies up the door frame, sticks his head out, takes a deep breath, and, feeling much better, takes a step out onto the sidewalk … and falls flat on his face.
“Be-Jasus … I’m in bloody trouble!” he says. He can see his house a few doors down, crawls to his door, hauls himself up, opens the door and shimmies inside.
With some difficulty, he crawls up the stairs to his bedroom and says. “I can make it to the bed.” He falls flat on his face, says “Damn it” and falls into a deep sleep.
The next morning his wife, Jess, comes in with a cup of coffee. “Paddy, did you have a bit to drink last night?”
Paddy says, “I did Jess, I was bloody sloshed. How did you know?”
“Mick phoned … you left your wheelchair at the pub.”
WITS
An old photograph of a rugby match was included with last week’s column. Keep an eye out for such memorabilia to help the Goldies celebrate 50 years.
How many people can name the players, the opposition and the date? Love to know.
WITS
“Love is in the air.” Happy Valentine’s Day.
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