Fothers

Everywhere I go, I keep seeing this fantastic new fruit you can buy.  Here’s a photo…

This is a new fruit, and because of the hot debate on country of origin labelling, my research indicates that the fruit comes from that well known exporter of “fresh” cold storage produce called “Icantfuckingspell Land”.

Yes, they’re “Mandarines”, and they are even available in our local Foodtown, proving beyond any doubt that Progressive Enterprises (aka Woolworths Australia) are a bunck of dicks.

Also available from Icantfuckingspell Land is Kumera, but I am a little afraid to try that.

You may well scoff and say “Shit Rik, that’s a bit rich coming from you.  You can’t bloody spell.”

Well I can, my cock-ups are just typos.  Apart from the intentional ones (nice cop-out!)

If you do a Google Image Search for Mandarines, there are 5150 results.  5151 now.

On a slightly different subject, I went to The Cure Last night at Vector Arena.  Some points to note, none music related.

1.  If one idiot clonks another idiot over the swede with a bottle, why do the rest of us have to queue for hours to get a beer because they have to decant everything into plastic glasses as a result of the aforementioned idiot?  I know it’s a quantam leap to assume this but I would rather run the risk of getting bottled than having to queue because the PC brigade has made up some stupid rule which means that I don’t get to decide how I want me bevvy served.  Crown Lager tastes shit out of plastic.

2.  The Banana masquerading as a security guard must have been getting mighty fit running around telling everyone to stop taking videos on their phone of the concert.  Shit, they’ll confiscate those next.

3.  I am bloody sure that the chick in one of the control boxes with more Laptops than Harvey Norman had one of them on some card game! 

4.  Nice to be in a huge crown and not feel old.

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