The Last Aussie Auteur

This has got to be about my favourite bit from seminal landmark (sounds like a stained doona) The Late Show. Foe a long time I have proffered the theory TONY MARTIN = AUSTRALIAS FUNNIEST. His knowledge of the banal, especially bad film and TV makes the folks here at Carthology look frankly, soft. Judith Lucy does annoyed monotone like no other, and any mention of Alvin Purple always gets the ultra rare David/Margaret 10 star combo from me.

Just imagine the wake up call..

Ol' Gil has been flat out moving metal, not much time for updating. Just back from a road trip to Brisbane and back last week. Only 3 demerit points down, pretty good result. Props to Mrs (all but due) Carthology for her her co-driver efforts, just like Gentleman Jim Richards, she can steer anything, and doesn't put you behind after a driver change.

Much respect for going along with my "i've got a full book back on the licence, I'm just going for it today". Thanks also to the understanding constabulary of the Coffs Harbour region. Not just big bananas, but big smiles as well.

Go a chance to visit some much overdue friends. Tommy Giro and Sarah, The Babnuts, and Sandgate Sandra & Nick.

Can highly recommend driving the inland road, New England Highway. Much more fun than the Pacific Highway. The much lauded car & bike test track of the Putty Rd between Singleton and Windsor is worth your attention.

A couple of photos on the route. The Peter Allen Motel in Tenterfield,nothing to add really, the maracas say it all and are ripe for a bit of stencil artistry. Unfortunately missed a chance to take a shot of (in the the great Australian Thai Restaurant/ Hairdressers novelty name) HAIR DINKUM in Brisbane. "in for a haircut today sir?".. "'kin oath love"

The other photo continues my lifelong interest of animals advertising their own demise. Many have been bored senseless with this somewhat specialised interest. It all started as a small lad where a somewhat bizarre painting above Aroneys Cafe in which a man with a steers head was using a set of tongs, grilling a steak.

Every once in while they pop up , like the butchery with an aproned and knife at the ready Porky logo. I don't know why it's funny, but a Chicken conjuring up nuggets and or fried drumsticks of his own brethren with a wand just gets me (as does anything with "MAGIC" in the title.)

More big issues analysed and solved next week.

Head nodding heaven

Cube. 'nuff said.

Age of Love

Eagerly awaiting the much heralded "Age of Love" tonight starring Mark Philpos... Phillopuss...Phillopossis, you know the "bloke with the big chocko name" to quote Billy Birmingham. As much as this sounds like top shelf entertainment, with sultry Mark forced to choose between 'Kittens & Cougars" ( the original title of 40/15 was a bit of a worry ) in a search for happiness and a cheque.

My issue however is the choice of "cat food". Sure, Mark might have bagged about as many birds as Marat Safin, and he did win us a Davis cup, but surely there were many other more worthy Aussie prospects. Newk, Mark "well i guess I better have a mo then" Edmondson, Ca$hie, Woodies, Chris Guccione, Muscles, Alan Jones, these are all worthy contenders.
Even the freshly retired Wayne "satellite tour wildcard" Arthurs should have been considered, for sympathy alone.

But when you think about it, there is only one choice. . Just like Brett Kimmorley will never say "7" like Peter Sterling, the poo/Flip/Scud/#591 does not scream winner.

The wins, the sneakers, the grand slams, the sneakers, the titles, the sneakers. Sure, he might have had a couple of health complications, and the hair isn't what it once was, but if your putting Australian tennis on show, an erratic Iraqi missile is not your man,

you need a ROCKET:

I didn't do nothin'

I've always had an interest in the whole Bail Bonds industry. I think it was piqued by the Robert Forster character in Jackie Brown, and reading Harry Bosch novels.

Seems to be a black art much in the same vein as used car valuing and selling. The headache factor must be massive, dealing with all sorts, being constantly lied to, and then as a last resort having to deal with people like "DOG- the bounty hunter" when yet another client skips out.

Personally I'd go for more of a Boba Fett style offsider. You know he'll get the job done, and that carbonite freezing can create quite a conversation starter when displayed in the lounge.

When we were in the US and Los Angeles especially, ads were everywhere. I love the fact that in an industry where the product is basically the same, novelty and gimmickry is the order of the day to get noticed.

The "Wheeler Bond Co" is awesome, with possibly the best use of the Jesus fish ever. I know when I'm looking to get bailed on a drug fuelled/multiple partners/porn/blasphemy related charge I'll need the understanding that a christian owned bond company brings.




The photos are from all over, and as they are ads i don't imagine crediting is needed.

Schmick

Seachange? Or just need somewhere to lay low for a while until that "misunderstanding" with the investors and ASIC is put to bed. Ol Gil might have what you need.

Bought this last week. Not much of an expert on all things camper, but this bit of Bavarian kit took my fancy. One owner and just perfect, there is something about an older (in this case 16 years) car that has that "as new" look.

If I can't move it on at least we've got the whole nursery/extra bedroom sorted.