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Broadcasting is really too important to be left to the broadcasters.

Boys in a ball. A Taste of the Huon, Ranelagh. March 2014. 1.] What was your favourite age? Twenty was good. 2.] Do you miss someone right now? Not particularly. 3.] What can you see North West to you? Rabbits. 4.] Do you like bowling? No. 5.] Can you pronounce Italian words? Non molto bene . 6.] Do you prefer black or beige coloured jackets? What an odd question. I like green jackets. 7.] Do you own a hoodie? I own a few. 8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I used to. 9.] Do you like cheesy puffs? Are they like Cheetos? I like Cheetos? 10.] What's your name without vowels? Krs. 11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing? One very thin layer. 12.] When was the last time you got a take away? What did you have? Actual take away ‘take away’? I can’t remember. I’m sure that it involved chips. 13.] If you could climb any mountain or range which would you choose? That’s a good question. A long walk along the Carpath...

Work is much more fun than fun.

Eat your heart out Gordon Ramsay!

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three.

Nothing says " Waterfront Celebration " like large shipping containers! Apparently the annual Taste Festival is upon us again, with the kind of provincial pretension that we all know and loathe love. There is a whole bunch of these containers littered around Hobart at the moment. This one here can be spotted on Hobart's Domain, on the way out towards the Tasman Bridge.