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Prime material for the Great Australian Party. Possibly suited to have a crack at a Senate seat next go round. Imagine him, Rod Culleton and Pete Evans? A formidable triumvirate.Speaking of toe cheese...
The Liberal Village has lost its Idiot to the cross benches
Can shallow look deeply?I won't pretend that the angry thumb doesn't hurt, because the wounds of life cannot heal if you ignore them.
Still, my third-rate psychoanalysis tells me that you're really angry at yourself for not seeing that the devil always lurked in Pete Evans.
Or you're stung for being chided about using the word 'awesome'.
We all need to look deeply within ourselves.
Can shallow look deeply?
Let us be the judge of thatIt's a fair question. These days, however, the important thing is to create the impression of looking deeply.
With silvering hair and spectacles, this is an art I've easily mastered.
It's a fair question. These days, however, the important thing is to create the impression of looking deeply.
With silvering hair and spectacles, this is an art I've easily mastered.
I'm avoiding glasses to the point where when I play golf I haven't seen any of my drives all year...
Got my eyes lasered at 32
Surgeon said it would be one of the best 5 decisions I’d make in my life
It is well in front of deciding to have kids
I think I'm an anti-laserer. Too many science fiction movies. The whole concept of someone taking a light sabre to my eyes, freaks me out.
Don't buy into it TD. It's such a poxie spin being done on when pollies choose to get their jabs.
At least he doing when He should and not like PM making sure he can get a Photo Shoot from it
Your wonder woman shouldn't bother getting vaccinated at all. She's a born covid slayer with Pfizer naturally pumping through her veins.Albo just got vaxed
Good on him
We don’t want our leaders to be sick
Poor old Pete. He can't even get grating toe cheese right and hasn't learnt that it accumulates best in shoes and socks.Ahh, maybe not
Pete is air-drying his toe cheese
He then grates this on pasta for his guests
Kinda like grating white truffles, but not really
Guessing you’d lose your excuse that you didn’t realise she was a ladyboy?
I hope if you reloaded you called it a provisional. And why is it that provisional balls always go straight down the middle?Jesus Walt get with the program: "They were a ladyboy". Actually scratch that, "They were ladyboys".
But yes I need to do something about my eyesight. My golf partners are very competitive and it's become a bit too common that they say "It went out of bounds" Only for me to walk up the hole and find my ball in the middle of the fairway. "Jeez you got lucky. It must have hit a tree."
I hope if you reloaded you called it a provisional. And why is it that provisional balls always go straight down the middle?
Yeah, he's popularist, just like her.
Surely in KL you have a caddy? They must cost next to nothing.Jesus Walt get with the program: "They were a ladyboy". Actually scratch that, "They were ladyboys".
But yes I need to do something about my eyesight. My golf partners are very competitive and it's become a bit too common that they say "It went out of bounds" Only for me to walk up the hole and find my ball in the middle of the fairway. "Jeez you got lucky. It must have hit a tree."
Surely in KL you have a caddy? They must cost next to nothing.
My Thai prison mate came from a family of caddies and flower garland makers and sellers. They lived in a hut over a pond in which they threw plastic bags full of household garbage, then bathed and swam. The parents caddied at the air force course that borders the runway at Bangkok's Don Meuang airport. Each day, they lined up with the other caddies hoping to secure a job and a tip for their efforts.
The caddie community lived directly under the flight path of the planes landing at the airport. The aircraft passed incredibly low overhead as the flood prone shanty town sat just beyond the runway. For visitors, the plane's proximity and noise was a novelty and vaguely exciting, but for the residents the noise must have been frustrating.
His elder brother was employed to dive for golf balls in the water hazard ponds. His younger brother was trialled for the same job but his chronically infected ears (my theory - the dirty bathing water) couldn't handle the water pressure.
Dad drank cheaply distilled liquor and died at 47. His sister spent her days threading flowers, good luck garlands sold at traffic lights to be dangled on the internal car mirror. She died even younger from lung cancer but thought the pain was the result of the hours spent spearing the petals.
Another uncle was a priest at the local wat. Often in the late afternoon, Oh would sit cross legged at the door to his upstairs room in the old wooden wat. The room resembled the inside of a shop, full of household items he had been gifted over time by devout Buddhists. He was a gentle man and a bit of a father substitute for the children of his brother. But he also died in his mid 40's.
Caddies live a hand to mouth existence in SEA. I hope you use them.
Unfortunately I don't get to assuage my spoilt expat guilt by helping out any caddies. There's not a caddy in sight on the 9 hole course in our compound. But in my defence, my dodgy eyesight and wayward hacking does result in me losing a lot of balls and then buying them back, supplementing the measly incomes of underpaid Bangladeshi green keepers. Actually I don't really buy the golf balls. I just rent them, so those greenkeepers are really usurers exploiting my physical in capabilities. They should be ashamed of themselves.Surely in KL you have a caddy? They must cost next to nothing.
My Thai prison mate came from a family of caddies and flower garland makers and sellers. They lived in a hut over a pond in which they threw plastic bags full of household garbage, then bathed and swam. The parents caddied at the air force course that borders the runway at Bangkok's Don Meuang airport. Each day, they lined up with the other caddies hoping to secure a job and a tip for their efforts.
The caddie community lived directly under the flight path of the planes landing at the airport. The aircraft passed incredibly low overhead as the flood prone shanty town sat just beyond the runway. For visitors, the plane's proximity and noise was a novelty and vaguely exciting, but for the residents the noise must have been frustrating.
His elder brother was employed to dive for golf balls in the water hazard ponds. His younger brother was trialled for the same job but his chronically infected ears (my theory - the dirty bathing water) couldn't handle the water pressure.
Dad drank cheaply distilled liquor and died at 47. His sister spent her days threading flowers, good luck garlands sold at traffic lights to be dangled on the internal car mirror. She died even younger from lung cancer but thought the pain was the result of the hours spent spearing the petals.
Another uncle was a priest at the local wat. Often in the late afternoon, Oh would sit cross legged at the door to his upstairs room in the old wooden wat. The room resembled the inside of a shop, full of household items he had been gifted over time by devout Buddhists. He was a gentle man and a bit of a father substitute for the children of his brother. But he also died in his mid 40's.
Caddies live a hand to mouth existence in SEA. I hope you use them.
Are Bangladeshis used as cheap labour by Malaysians just as the Burmese are by the Thais? Same religion makes for easy integration into the lowest ranks of society.Unfortunately I don't get to assuage my spoilt expat guilt by helping out any caddies. There's not a caddy in sight on the 9 hole course in our compound. But in my defence, my dodgy eyesight and wayward hacking does result in me losing a lot of balls and then buying them back, supplementing the measly incomes of underpaid Bangladeshi green keepers. Actually I don't really buy the golf balls. I just rent them, so those greenkeepers are really usurers exploiting my physical in capabilities. They should be ashamed of themselves.
Lots of foreign workers. I don't really know how it works yet as its been a pretty sheltered existence so far, with settling in, a fair bit of online schooling and then afterwards picking up the pieces of my daughters shambolic online schooling, various degrees of lockdown But it seems to be a different nation for different professions. The security guards I've met are all Nepali. Groundsmen are Bengali. Home help is Phillipino. Lots of non local Indians working in restaurants. No idea about factories. Unlike other parts of Malaysia, KL is not particularly Muslim, might not even be the majority. Big tamil and Hokkien Chinese communities.Are Bangladeshis used as cheap labour by Malaysians just as the Burmese are by the Thais? Same religion makes for easy integration into the lowest ranks of society.
In 1980 I flew Malaysian Airways KL to Madras in Tamil Nadu. The plane was booked solid with Tamils largely wearing Indian clothing who behaved like they were on a public bus. They leapt from their seats as the wheels hit the runway and were immediately pushed back into their seats by the air hostess. There's a lot of Tamils in Singapore and Bangkok, particularly in textiles and clothing shops. You would be 100% right about the mix of nationals. The Chinese dominated business there then and probably still do now despite earlier government attempts to redress the success balance between the majority Malay and Chinese populations. Philippinos often feature prominently in English teaching in SEA and NGO organisations. Indians and Phillipinos here feature prominently in aged care work and of course in call centres. It's interesting how certain nationalities and ethnic group seem to have a predisposition towards particular careers and jobs.Lots of foreign workers. I don't really know how it works yet as its been a pretty sheltered existence so far, with settling in, a fair bit of online schooling and then afterwards picking up the pieces of my daughters shambolic online schooling, various degrees of lockdown But it seems to be a different nation for different professions. The security guards I've met are all Nepali. Groundsmen are Bengali. Home help is Phillipino. No idea about factories. Unlike other parts of Malaysia, KL is not particularly Muslim, might not even be the majority. Big tamil and Hokkien Chinese communities.