sitting here doing my IT bizzo with the why less canoodling along
listening to some country morning music, generally good music.
when up pops a little traditional aussie swipe at our worthwhat leaders,
How lucky we are to reside where satire dosn't mean a death sentence.
Something I had never heard before was from the album by Dave Prior,
called Soups too hot, what a great little story asking us which Rudd did
we elect, it appears to some, including myself that our prime minister
has multiple personality's.
Has to me the feeling of a new national anthem, one that soon everyone
would know the words, and sing with guttsoo...gusto...whatever's
I used to always say that the only forms of music i didn't like were metal and C&W. These days I can handle a bit o' country as long as it aint sung by a sheila named Lorretta and the song is NOT about a houndog/ute/unrequited farm girl (so that narrows it down a bit). Still got a zero metal tolerance though. 
How many hippy chicks does it take to change a light bulb?
4 - one to change it, one to curse that a male invented selfish incandescants in the 1st place, one to empathise with the light bulb and another to write a folk-song about it.
Australia
Two legs
Two arms
Two sun bronzed glands
Beneath the Southern Cross I stands
A sprig of wattle in me hands
A symbol of me native land
Australia (choke)
You bloody beauty
I believe the PC term these days is an East Asia arm burn. Perhaps Kev might be able to provide you with a ridgy didge Mandarin term?
BTW he's not half as bad as the little gollum before him I reckon. Probabaly likes C&W too.
