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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?

If you're in a car, don't even bother! Battery Point, April 2010. Some bloke once sang "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs, blockin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind". Don't I know it, Five Man Electrical Band . Today's Sunday Top Five? My Top Five Favourite Signs! 5: Anything Featuring Wombats 4: The Little Bloke Swimming With The Crocodile 3: Pervert Manhandling Young Girl 2: Hump 1: Concealed Entrance

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

This is what constitutes a little side street here in Hobart. A 40 km limit for a street ten metres long, that's the kind of thinking that will put this town on top again! Apparently, in the 1830s, Hobart was in danger of losing visitations by Royal Navy vessels due to the large number of sailors contracting venereal diseases while on shore leave in the port. It's been said that little has changed since...