The merger didn’t exactly fill me with joy either but, in this day and age, I guess these things have to happen, unless we want our local footy teams to consist of old men and semi-grown boys.

I think merged footy teams should alternate their old stripes week by week, instead of coming up with new ones.

I am late to hit the blog about a reverent day…..or it once was.

I attended a Dawn Service and put a little cross in the Field of Remembrance. It may as well have had Hec’s name on it.

No crass oy, oy, oys EVER please.

The compromise colours for the merged team are an abomination. How can a self-respecting Redlegs or Tigers barracker front up and cheer on an Adelaide Crows jumper?

Roma Street,
I sat looking at the screen for ages before I could bring myself to reply. My fingers are shaky on the keyboard.
LET IT BE SAID:
The merging of arch rivals, the Whitton Tigers and the Leeton Redlegs, will go down as the cruellest act in regional Australia’s sporting history. KJ.

Tasteless.

Boring.

Sugar-Free.

Any diabetic can tell you countless ways to prepare them.

Can them.

Everything you say about chokoes could also be said for broccoli flowers. And they’re $25 a kilo. KJ

As an aesthete I was offended by the shape of the thing. And as a Yanco-Wamoon supporter I was offended by the colour scheme. Up The Village!

Dear Roma Street, so you objected to the dome being in the Leeton Greenies (league) colours? I’ll be quite honest with ya. If the offending dome had been in the old Leeton REDDIES Aussie Rules colours, I think I might have declared it a masterpiece of regional design. KJ.

I have come up with a one-pronged recovery plan for consideration by The Rev Kev.

My plan is built on the fundamental of the choko vine.

We can re-open the Leeton cannery – Australia lives again!

Chokos will be on every shelf in every home. The much maligned choko, which is part of our heritage, will reclaim its place as an essential nutrient.

It was chokoes that fuelled the flame of the bronze Anzacs. Stiffened their spines, put fire in their blood against the Hun and Turk.

I can see Australia criss-crossed by choko vines and no country shithouse will be without one under your expert political guidance.

Make no mistake, the choko recovery will lead us forward, onward and onward.

Thank you for your attention The Rev Kev.

Am sitting in the backyard among the rubble.

Where’s my VC?

Whatdaya want?….a VC. KJ.

The Leeton War Memorial is one of the marvels of the town, and must be in the upper echelon of country town war memorials in the whole wide brown.

That whole precinct from the Burley Griffin Water Towers and Historic Hydro Hotel at the top of the hill down to the Roxy Theatre and War Memorial at the bottom…..and along to gorgeous Mountford Park is a thing of wonder. Gulp. Sob.

I marched in the parade a couple of times myself in the mid-to-late 70s.

I found it hard to bring a sense of pride to the surface when my entire psyche was overwhelmed with apprehension about getting out of step.

Dear Roma Street,
I can only concur. The streetscape you refer to is surely one of most elegant in regional Australia.
Now, please excuse me – but I’m about to go crazy and cliched:
It is still my boulevard of dreams!
*Wasn’t it awful when they plonked that shockin’ cheap dome thingo in the middle of Chelmsford Place as a Tourist Info Centre.
Gone baby gone (thank Gawd!) KJ.

Bletchley Park survivors arrived, many in wheelchairs, but their drinking arms are fine.

Brekky has a slouch hat on his head.

If any mug spectator says aussie, aussie, aussie oy,oy,oy I’ll shoot ‘em and plead absinthe.

O’Toole says it was all Marvellous, Simply Bloody Marvellous.

Hang on.

MAN OVERBOARD!

TGM, NO heroics please. Absinthe and lifesaving duties are NOT a good combo.
‘aussie, aussie oy, oy, oy’ – my LEAST favourite five words. Thick, I reckon, THICK.
I did an early shift today. Walked through the CBD while the march was still going.
Not many but some sporadic outbreaks from the ‘oy, oy’ set.
What did they think we beat the Germans at – Soccer?