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     (Written by Daniel Bowen, Monash University, Melbourne Australia)
                 (Send e-mail to tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu)

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Yeti Toxic Custard Duel



         ****   ***  *******   Monday 23rd December 1991
      ****     *** ***    ****  Written by Daniel Bowen
     ***        ****     ****  vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au
    ***           ********---------------------------------------------

MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON...                                           H
Christmas. Christ knows where the idea of Christmas came from. Jesus?         o
What kind of peace-loving poof was he anyway? You know where Jesus
would have come in handy? Working at McDonald's. One wave of his hand..       h
and bingo! Two hundred Filet'o'Fishes, piping hot. "Enjoy your meal,          o
brother, and have a good life. Oh, I see that you are one of the meek.
Here, have one of our complimentary 'Inherit The Earth' special offer         h
coupons."                                                                     o
    But how on Earth did the anniversary of the birth of Christ turn
into the vomit-inducing commercial Christmas we know and hate today?          h
Well I'll tell you. It all happened centuries ago. A consortium of            o
mediaeval toy manufacturers decided to promote Christmas as a time of
goodwill, and convince the ignorant peasants that the only way to show        h
goodwill was to give the kids a Robin Hood Action-Peasant doll to play        o
with. With working accessories. Collect the whole Merry Men (tm) range.
    I really really really hate Christmas. Queueing up for years to buy       h
all the Christmas presents for the little brats of relatives I know,          a
when I know full well that they'll hate everything I hand over to them.
Well, almost everything. Let's face it, either they'll hate it and            h
never use it, or they'll love it and smash it to pieces within five           a
minutes of getting it.
    Last Christmas I gave a cricket bat to my nephew, Matthew. Twenty         h
minutes later we were in the ambulance on the way to hospital to get          e
fifteen stitches put in his sister Jenny's head. And the bat was
broken. Bloody Taiwanese rubbish. We got another bat, of course. And          h
Matthew does use it. For battering the other neighbourhood kids around.       e
So it's been useful for him. He's collected $200 from threatening this
year. So he'll be able to get some nice Christmas presents for his            h
family. The spirit of giving, what a wonderful thing.                         a

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CHRISTMAS TO BE CANCELLED?
Santaprises Ltd has been dogged by financial problems this year, and          h
there are now some doubts that Christmas will go ahead at all. In             a
September it was announced that Santaprises had made a $16.5 million          h
pre-tax loss in a year. Santa said at the time that profitability would       a
increase later in the year.                                                   h
    In October a dispute with the Federated Elves Union slowed                a
preparations for the Christmas rush. The FEU wanted working hours and
pay to be improved, with particular emphasis on penalty rates for late        h
Christmas Eve work. A spokeself for the FEU claimed that most staff           o
worked constantly on Christmas Eve, without even a break, and that more
staff should be hired to handle present deliveries. The dispute was           h
settled peacefully, the elves accepting the offer of an extra tax-free        o
lollypop for every hour worked.
    Early last week, two men representing owners of some of the sleds         t
leased to Santaprises boarded a sled at the North Pole Santaprises            e
Despatch Centre and tried to repossess it-                                    e
                                                                              h
MAN 1: Okay scumbags. Stop loading those presents. This is our sled,          e
        and we want it back.                                                  e
                                                                              h
MAN 2: Yeah, we want it back.                                                 a
                                                                              h
HEAD ELF: I think you'd better have a word with the boss. [Calls]             a
        Father Christmas!                                                     h
                                                                              a
MAN 1: Yeah, I think we'd better.                                             *
                                                                              a
MAN 2: Yeah.                                                                  r
                                                                              g
[Santa enters]                                                                h
                                                                              *
SANTA: Elfy! M-man! What's happenin'?
                                                                              C
HEAD ELF: Two gentlemen to see you, Santa.                                    a
                                                                              r
MAN 1: You Santa Claus?                                                       d
                                                                              i
SANTA: Yo.                                                                    a
                                                                              c
MAN 1: Mr Claus, we represent Polar Holdings, owners of your sleds. And
        we're here to repossess them.                                         a
                                                                              r
SANTA: Baby baby baby. Relax. Be nice. Owners? What is property?              r
        Property of something means you can give it away. Giving things       e
        away is great. That's my game, man. I'm a sort of reverse debt        s
        collector. Giving makes you feel good. It gives you a great high      t
        to give someone something. Okay, so it may cost me heaps, but         !
        every year... woo! What a trip! And anyway, bro', have you got a
        court injunction saying we have to hand them sleds over?              G
                                                                              r
MAN 1: Well, no, not as such.                                                 u
                                                                              n
SANTA: Then like, bog off, man, before we send you packing. Me an' the        t
        elves are busy. Elfy - show these dudes out.                          h
                                                                              n
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Toxic Custard Workshop Files would like to wish all                           g
readers a really very bloody Merry fucking Christmas.                         t
And remember folks, swearing is almost as much fun                            s
as giving. A bumper set of TCWF back-issues makes a                           z
great gift! To find out how to get your FREE back-                            c
issues, reply to this, or mail tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu                            z
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                                                                              .
Copyright (c) 1991 Daniel Bowen                                               .
--
Daniel Bowen, Monash University |   Silent night, holy night
            Melbourne Australia |   Skins and punks, in a fight
 vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au |   Pros are offering evening delights
      TCWF- tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu |   Sleep and call the poli-i-i-i-ice
                                    Sle-eep and call the police.

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The Seventy-Seventh Toxic Custard


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Number seventy-seven   30th December 1991   Written by Daniel Bowen
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                                                                              S
THE ADVENTURES OF *POPSICLE*                                                  o
                                                                              ,
Mr *Popsicle*, secret agent for A.R.S.E, and Inspector Unnecessary-
Violence are nearing the end of an investigation into nutmeg smugglers.       t

most commonly appearing characters in TCWF. The author valiantly              a
managed to avoid embedding a plug for TCWF back-issues in the middle of       t
the story. In any case, you should know what's happening with the plot,
and if you don't, I suggest you take a look at the bac*ARGH*                  w
                                                                              a

half an hour looking for a parking space, before giving up and parking
in a disabled space, the Inspector reasoning that if anyone argued with       1
them, he'd disable them. They were looking out for one of the                 9
lecturers, named Rob, who had been named as the nutmeg supplier.              9
    It took them fifteen minutes and five violent threats to find Rob's       1
office, up on the sixth floor of `F' block. Whereas they could have           .
just strolled in and arrested him, it was agreed between them that they
should surround the place, because it was potentially more violent.           W
After consulting with headquarters, and the author (who agreed on the         h
grounds that it would make the end of the story more dramatic), they          e
set up their men from the A.R.S.E. Hostage Overview Liberation                r
Efforcement squad around the office.                                          e
    As soon as the Inspector had figured out how to turn the megaphone        '
on, his voice rang out down the corridor and around the corner to the         d
room, from where he and *Popsicle* had positioned themselves.
    "Mr Robert Redpork! This is the Australian Royal Security                 i
Establishment, Mr Redpork. You have five seconds to come out and              t
surrender with your hands up, your feet down, and your shoulders
somewhere in between. If you do not surrender within five seconds,            a
we're coming in for you. Five seconds, Mr Redpork.. and after that,           l
we'll waltz straight in there and take you, dead or alive."                   l
    It took the Inspector just under a minute to count to five. Then he
gave the order. "Start the music!" One of the squad turned on the tape        g
recorder, and armed men from all directions waltzed their way towards         o
the door. As they neared it, the door opened, and a man walked out,           ?
wearing a red skivvy(*), brown corduroy trousers, sandals, a haircut
banned by the Geneva Convention, and an identity tag stuck (with some         I
pleasure) to his left nipple, proclaiming "Robert Redpork, Computer
Technology Lecturer".                                                         h
    "What's all this noise?" he shouted above the din of the band.            o
"It's just one or two of you up the back, ruining it for all of us,           p
isn't it. Keep the noise down, please!"                                       e
    So, after searching his office, they arrested him for illegal
possession of nutmeg. Later additional haircut charges were added, and        y

wonderful investigation by getting completely pissed and trying out           u
half-a-dozen of the confiscated nutmegs.
                                                                              d
(*) American readers read "turtleneck". Jesus, can't you people               i
use proper English?                                                           d
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CRICKET REPORT                                                                o
Australia was victorious over India in the third test at the Melbourne        m
Cricket Ground which finished on Sunday. A major part of the Australian       e
victory has been attributed to the brand new Great Southern Stand,            t
which collapsed just after lunch when the crowd attempted an                  h
over-enthusiastic Mexican wave. The stand squashed most of the Indian         i
team, leaving only captain Mohammad Azharuddin left uninjured to field        n
by himself for the entire day. It could be said that that the remaining       g
day of play in the game should have been abandoned, but it was felt
(especially among the Australian team) that it would be a hell of a lot       m
of fun. They managed to score 20,209 runs during the day, cementing           o
their victory. Australia declared when their running shoes wore out.          r
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I been drivin' down the road today                                            u
Honking at anything in my way                                                 s
Swerving all over the bloody road                                             e
Surprised I haven't dropped all my load                                       f
                                                                              u
Yes I'm a truck driver, earning cash                                          l
Stopping twice a day to have a slash
                                                                              d
Speeding down the motorway, burning up tar                                    u
And trying not to hit too many cars                                           r
Early morning, a lot of fog                                                   i
What chance had I of seeing the dog?                                          n
                                                                              g
Yes I'm a truck driver, speeding past your door 
If I keep this speed up I'll get paid much more                               t
                                                                              h
The tyres are worn out but who really cares                                   e
Next place I see I'll just give 'em more air
Stopped at a cafe next to a wood                                              y
They have the nerve to call this stuff food?                                  e
                                                                              a
Yes I'm a truck driver, driving all night                                     r
Get in my way and I'll give you a fright
                                                                              t
My eyelids are lowering - suddenly I wake                                     h
Looks like the cabin's submerged in a lake                                    a
So the load's half wet, who really cares?                                     n
All I'm carrying is crateloads of beer.
                                                                              r
Yes I'm a truck driver, truckin' truck truck                                  e
I might be an arsehole, but who gives a fuck?                                 a
                                                                              d
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So that's Toxic Custard over for another year.                                n
I'm surprised it isn't past its read-by date                                  g
yet. Back-issues are STILL available.. please
folks, take them off our hands! Send mail to                                  t
tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu for details.                                              h
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                                                                              s
New Prime Minister Paul Keating has been criticised by former PM Bob
Hawke. "He doesn't cry enough", said former prime ministerial pin-up          c
Bob. Keating struck back, calling Hawke a scumbag, and a silly old            r
bugger. But we all knew that anyway, didn't we. I mean, he *IS* a             a
politician, after all.                                                        p
                                                                              .
--
Copyright (c) 1991 Daniel Bowen
--
Daniel Bowen, Monash University |  Send Toxic Custard requests/comment to:
           Melbourne, Australia |           tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu
 vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au |     Pretty piers with a ferry on top?

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Rapidly Spinning Toxic Custard


TOXIC CUSTARD WORKSHOP FILES ____  ___
Written by Daniel Bowen         / |___|        Monday, 6th January 1992
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  |  |___|RPM? . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

- Hello. I'd like to exchange last year for a new year, please.

        - But.. what happened to the old one?                                 S
                                                                              o
- It's gone! It went at midnight last Tuesday night. We were all in the       ,
street counting down with the clock, pissed as newts, and when we
reached zero, it had gone! 1991 had completely vanished by the time           t
we'd finished the first verse of Auld Lang Syne and started throwing          h
bottles at the policemen. We were practising for Bush's visit on              e
Friday. Anyway.. I'm telling you! 1991 is gone! Kaput!
                                                                              n
        - I see. And in exchange for a vanished old year, last season's       e
        model, I might add, you expect us to hand over to you, without        w
        charge, a brand new top-of-the-range 1992 year with a free
        bonus day and special "Leap" feature?                                 y
                                                                              e
- Yes please.                                                                 a
                                                                              r
        -- *sigh* Well, okay. Here you are. Please take care of it.
        Don't let it fly by, I want it back by next year!                     h
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THE DOCTOR                                                                    a
                                                                              r
In the waiting room you wait your turn.                                       r
Don't breathe in if you don't want germs.                                     i
Come into my office and have a seat,                                          v
I'm Doctor Killer, pleased to meet.                                           e
                                                                              d
Hello there, you say you're ill?
Better cough up, 'cos I don't bulk-bill.                                      a
Lie down here; does it hurt?                                                  l
I'll put this cold thing up your shirt.                                       r
                                                                              e
Then I'll stick this thing up your nose,                                      a
While you take off all your clothes.                                          d
Lots of probes, and then some.                                                y
In your ear and up your bum.                                                  .

Ah ha! I know what's wrong with you!                                          T
Much more serious than just the flu.                                          i
What would you like, a box of pills?                                          m
I do hope that you've made a will.                                            e

Take ten of these ten times a day                                             r
Now piss off; on the way out, pay.                                            e
Oh dear, he's dead, where's that nurse?                                       a
I'll get her to call the hearse.                                              l
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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON...                                           d
America. I think America is a wonderful place. Disneyland, the Grand          o
Canyon, the Rocky Mountains, the Statue of Liberty. I think the US            e
Government should build the twin statue for the Statue of Liberty. It         s
could be a gigantic monument to all the values of America today. It
could be the huge statue of a white drug-running poverty-stricken anti-       f
choice mass-murdering rap-dancing Ku-Klux-Klan supporting Republican          l
voter who looks like a cross between Arnie and Sly Stallone, with big         y
Rambo muscles (with the scars and stuff), a hamburger, a horrific
accent and a big hat. Drinking loads of beer and watching the Superbowl       a
while he fires his gun into a restaurant.                                     l
    George Bush flew in last week, to meet the people, look around and        o
take in all that Australia has to offer. In 67 hours. And I bet half of       n
that was looking at the clouds through a plane window.                        g
    Why is it that Bush looks so... shrivelled? Not as shrivelled as          .
Ronald Reagan looked, I'll admit, but still shrivelled. He looks to me
like the type of weedy git everyone would gang up on in the school yard       I
if he hadn't brought his 200 security men along. I saw him on the             s
telly, driving down the freeway from the airport, somewhere in a convoy
of twenty big black cars. It must be to prevent terrorist attacks -           i
they won't know which car to aim for. I wonder if he found out about          t
the protestors in the city centre? A sort of New World Public Disorder.
I saw those thousand points of light, too. When all the press                 r
photographers' flashes went off at once as he made some inane comment         e
about Waltzing Matilda.                                                       a
    But he holds such power in those fingers of his. Apart from               l
insulting people through car windows, that is. It's his job to protect        l
the world.. to protect the world from the horror, the anguish and the         y
pain of Dan Quayle. I wonder if the CIA even try and protect Quayle?
Maybe they just try and make sure he doesn't impale himself on a pen          1
he's signing documents with. Or would they really bother? Would it be         9
such a loss? I wonder if Mrs Quayle is also of abnormally low                 9
intelligence? She'd have to be, you'd think, to marry him in the first        1
place. And if that's the case, how thick are their offspring going to
be?                                                                           a
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That was the first Toxic Custard for 1992. Hooray,                            e
happy new year etc etc. Now go and do something                               a
useful. Or, if you don't feel like it, you could                              d
grab a look at TCWF back-issues. For details of how                           y
to get your dirty mits on these, send mail to                                 ?
tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu
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It's just as well most houses have less toilets than people. Otherwise,
you can bet everyone would be on the toilet when the phone rings.
--
Copyright (c) 1992 Daniel Bowen
--
Daniel Bowen, Monash University |
            Melbourne Australia |          POPE GETS GRIT IN MOUTH!
 vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au |
      TCWF: tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu |

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Sadly Missing Toxic Custard



         *  *       *   Number 79                          Daniel Bowen
         *  *********   Monday 13th January 1991            and sister
_________*__________*__________________________________________________

The best thing about hearing a Bryan Adams song on the radio                  A
is knowing there won't be another one for at least a couple of hours.         n
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                                                                              t
Ever wondered how paper is recycled? It's from old paper, of course.          h
But not straight away. Most old paper being recycled has been used, so        e
it has to be processed first. All the old paper is put into a bloody          r
big machine, and the ink that's on it is systematically scraped off by
a sort of a razor blade. When that's finished, the paper is clean and         d
ready to be used for something else, and not only that.. the ink is           a
churned up in a big pot and melted into liquid again, so it can be            y
re-used for filling up zillions of biros. What good is this, you might        ,
ask. Okay, so recycling paper saves trees all over the world which
provides more oxygen to breathe so the human race can wipe itself out         a
by something other than asphyxiation.                                         n
    But what about the ink? Ever stop and wonder where ink comes from?        o
In fact, ink is made from the dead corpses of the Inca tribes of Peru.        t
The Inca peoples were (and in some areas, still are) a proud race of          h
warriors, but they tend, like most of us, to slow down a bit when             e
they're dead. Still, while they're still alive, their diets consist of        r
a number of South American berries, so many that much of their
bloodstream, by the time they die, is navy blue.                              d
    This was discovered earlier this century by a little Hungarian            o
twerp, who decided to drain out the blood from dead Incas, boil it up         l
and use it as "ink" (a cruel and sadistic pun if ever there was one) in       l
his new invention, the biro. What a bastard. Tribes in other areas of         a
South America eat red berries and it is these areas that are harvested        r
for red ink. Expeditions into South America are still sponsored by Bic,       ,
Pentel and Parker, to retrieve tribal bodies and suck ink out of them.
    So.. recycle your paper today! Save trees and Inca corpses!               a
                                                                              n
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                                                                              t
Hi, I'd like to buy a pair of red pyjamas please, size Large. Yes,            h
they'll do fine. And I'd like a red skivvy (*), size Large. And what          e
have you got in the way of red pullovers? Yes, v-neck. Size? Oh,              r
probably about Large. Some red underpants? And have you got anything in
way of red trousers? Oh, surely you must have something? Well yes, I          w

colour, red. Okay, so politically it isn't so popular now, but look at        e
it spectrum-wise. Look at how red the red is. Its... reddishness. Isn't       k
it great? In fact, there's a red fetishists' convention next week.            ,
Called "Ready for Red '92 - Reddening our world." Unfortunately, my
wife has had enough of red, and doesn't want to come with me. She's           a
into blue.                                                                    n
                                                                              o
(*) American readers read "turtleneck". Jesus, can't you people use           t
proper English?                                                               h
                                                                              e
The author's sister, a linguistics student, would like to point out           r
that the above comment is a highly PRESCRIPTIVIST notion. Language
variation is as solid a fact as the Newbrook Austo-Asian                      C
phonetic/phonemic distribution theory. Standard North American usage          u
may find the lexical item "skivvy" difficult to process, but intra and        s
international semantic and lexical variation is the spice which makes         t
our lives joyful.                                                             a
                                                                              r
The author would like to point out to his sister that this is HIS             d
outlet for his private grudges against the world and not hers, or             .
anyone elses, so everyone else can just shut up and stop interrupting         .
his train of thought.
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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON...                                           t
UFOs. Well, it's a load of crap, isn't it. Here we are on the little          h
planet Earth wondering if there's any intelligent life in the universe.       e
And trying to send out messages to attract aliens. I wonder why? Don't        r
we have enough problems of our own without inviting little green men to
fly in and strut their stuff in public, disrupting people's busy lives?       M
Anyway.. they're *alien*, aren't they? Strange and unknown. How do we         o
know they haven't already landed? How do we know the aliens haven't           n
already arrived and infiltrated the human race? I sometimes wonder            d
about my husband Fred, actually. He's a very strange person in some           a
ways. I used to think he might be a visiting alien, but I decided he's        y
probably just dim. But then, he is the typical Australian man.                ,
    I've often wondered just what would happen if aliens landed in our
cities. They could land in Melbourne, by the Arts Centre, and nobody          a
would notice their flying saucer.. everyone would think it was a new          n
avant-garde sculpture. They could climb out with their green scaly            o
skin and their two hundred tentacles each and walk up the street              t
sucking up small children, and everyone would think it was a new form         h
of street theatre. Who actually organises those sculptures, and that          e
street threatre? I'll tell you the truth. The aliens are already here.        r
The Arts Centre spire is a landing beacon for them. Everyone you see
around the Arts Centre is strange. And you never see street artists           s
talking to people, do you? It's true. They're ALIENS. I always thought        i
mime was suspicious.                                                          d
                                                                              e
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You have been nothing. And still are. You are                                 a
absolutely nothing. Nothing and nobody. And you                               y
have been reading the Toxic Custard Workshop                                  s
Files. And it serves you bloody well right.
For back-issues, why don't you just drop dead?                                m
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                                                                              s
Copyright (c) 1992 Daniel Bowen                                               s
--                                                                            a
Daniel Bowen, Monash University |            NOW AVAILABLE:                   g
           Melbourne, Australia |       Bottled Presidential Vomit            e
 vac673b@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au |             Exclusive to                    .
      TCWF- tcwf@gnu.ai.mit.edu |   Nippon-Fijutsu-Bridgeriverkwai Corp.      .
                                                                              .


TC's too short, I write alone
Maybe I'll try and do a poem
It's ten o'clock, I'm out of time
Trying to get this stuff to rhyme
But is it funny? No not really
In fact, it's really pretty silly.

Yuck.

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Barely Audible Toxic Custard


Can't stop this thing we started.. ARGH!
(Tried pressing CTRL-C?)
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Welcome to another BELOW AVERAGE edition of the Toxic Custard Workshop
Files. And at this point I would just like to add: No use libro de            B
pagos en el caso que lo haya usado anteriormente.                             a
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Omigod another blank screen. Quick, improvise something. Train of             i
thought.. train of thought.. "Train of thought departing platform one         c
and stopping all stations." No, no no.                                        a
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  Debate has been running hot down a blind alleyway off Fitzroy Street        ,
and going round and round in political circles on the subject of rain
this week. Prime Minister and self-professed all-time good-guy Paul           t
Keating has expressed his concern about the plight of the wet in              h
today's society. "Shelter for the soggy should be a priority", he said.       e
He attacked an Opposition policy cutting back on umbrellas for the wet,       s
a programme introduced by the Government on a rather showery April day        e
last year. The Government also criticised the Opposition policy on
optometry, accusing it of being short-sighted.                                s
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Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Caulfield                 w
Racecourse for the Identical Horse Names Handicap Stakes. By chance,          a
the six horses picked for this race today have all managed to have the        y
same name - "Papillon". So, I can promise you this: it's going to be a        s
helluva confusing race today. A quick run-down of the odds as the
horses move into the starting enclosure.. Papillon is favourite at 2-1,       m
then Papillon 7-2, Papillon 5-1, Papillon and Papillon 10-1, and              e
finally the outsider, Papillon, at 100-1. Well, the horses are all            s
ready, and I'm assured that the Jockeys know which one is which... So         s
as the green light goes on and we get ready for the Identical Horse           a
Names Handicap Stakes, I've just got time to say that the author thinks       g
we've milked this joke dry and it's time for the next item.                   e
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A couple of weeks ago I was clearing out the cupboard and I decided           r
that I just never was the right person to own a 70 in 1 electronic            e
project kit. It's something I got as a kid, but to my lasting
disappointment, I never discovered just how to electrocute my sister          d
with it. More to the point, the vast majority of the 70 projects were         e
never completed. There's only so many wires you can push into little          s
sockets before you get bored with the whole thing and go and decide to        i
climb a tree. Must be race memory or something. Not that I really was         g
the outdoor type. My life outdoors was for the most part just an              n
unavoidable part of being between different places that were indoors.         e
    Then I got... ROLLERSKATES! Of course, it took a few weeks to learn       d
how to skate on them properly, and many months after that for the scars
to heal, but it did seem, at first glance, the perfect way to get             t
around. You could roll down to the milkbar for some sweets, almost but        o
not quite roll under a truck crossing the road, roll back, dropping
most of what you'd bought on the ground, and eventually skid to a             o
cat-terrifying halt outside the front gate. Which, if it was jammed,          v
you just *could not* open with rollerskates on. You'd be pushing on it,       e
but moving nowhere. Eventually, of course, as will all things, you'd          r
grow out of them. Physically if not mentally. I see rollerblades are          c
"in" now. It just goes to show, there's nothing to compare with putting       o
your skates on and rolling uncontrollably down hills knocking over old        m
ladies.                                                                       e

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MRS IRENE BUSYBODY SPEAKS OUT ON...                                           a
Days. Now, I never had any kids (Fred's a bit of a let-down in that           s
department) but as I remember it, school days were far from the best          s
days of my life. More like the average to worse days, some of them.
Mind you, I can't complain.. school taught me that the best things in         d
life are expensive. And that's something I'll never be able to forget,        i
or afford.                                                                    v
    Anyway, there's only so many hours in a day. Around about twenty-         i
four, to be precise. I wonder who made up how we measure time. Probably       s
someone related to this bloke Ivor M Perial, who thought up feet and          i
inches and stuff. I bet he was pissed at the time. Why should there be        o
twenty-four hours in a day? Or why not? I suppose by now we're stuck          n
with it.                                                                      s
    Ever noticed how stupid Porsches look from the back? That's nothing
to do with the topic, just an observation. I sometimes wonder if              i
anybody would buy a Porsche if they had seen the back of it. At the           n
front, it's the super-cool, mega-stud, snobby-git, I'm-a-rich-bastard-
with-an-expensive-car image. Just like the Volvo I'm-a-complete-prat          s
image. Meanwhile at the back of the Porsche, phhht.                           o
    Of course, exhaust pipes are always on the back of cars. That's the       c
one feature of a car that you'll never see on a tv commercial,                i
actually. And it's quite fitting that the exhaust is at the back...           e
because car pollution is like a fart. Everyone knows it happens, even         t
if they don't like it, but they ignore it, pretend it isn't theirs, and       y
hope it will go away.                                                         .

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the positionist stance. Either that or a load of bollocks.


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