FYI: Bubble and squeak is a traditional English dish made with the shallow-fried leftover vegetables from a roast dinner. The main ingredients are potato and cabbage, but carrots, peas, Brussels sprouts, or any other leftover vegetables can be added. The chopped vegetables (and cold chopped meat if used) are fried in a pan together with mashed potatoes or crushed roast potatoes until the mixture is well-cooked and brown on the sides. The dish is so named because it makes bubbling and squeaking sounds during the cooking process. (Sauce: Wikipedia).
Bubble and squeak seems to personify (or is that foodify) the week post ‘THE SPILL, THE SPILL, pretty much I’d say. There’s been a bit of this, a bit of that, mainly leftovers, after the mainstream media’s mountain turned into a rather paltry molehill. All of the bits have been chucked in the pan, with some added mashed up stuff and cooked until it’s nicely browned on both sides. Well something like that anyway!
So given the dearth of media huffy puff, the mind started a-wandering and the news that China was busy erecting wind-powered generators caused the mind to drift to Anthropogenic Global Warming (that thing that’s crap according to Phoney Tony Abbot and Alan Jones). Such thoughts led to this;
Naturally, thinking of China led immediately to thinking about its Northish neighbour North Korea, that home of despotic oppression and sensationalist rhetoric. Who could resist playing with a photo of the Great Leader, ever watchful for those sneaky moves by the American Imperialists and their South Korean lackeys;
For some reason thinking of crazies and sensationalist rhetoric subsequently brought the NO Coalition to mind. Well fancy that, eh? So there was this;
The facial gymnastics of Kerry Packer and Tony Abbott led to something that I originally thought should be labelled as; ‘Let your imagination go!’ But after some cogitation it became more ‘conservatively labelled’ and ended up as this;
Packer and Tony and gambling led, naturally, to Twiggy, Tony and mining! Which, being all about deals too, ended up like this;
At this point, bereft of any other novel ideas, books came to mind. Don’t ask me why, they just did! But quite possibly because I had a couple of leftovers from the last sally into this area and needed to put them somewhere. So here they are;
‘Ashby, Brough, Pyney & Me’ tells an exciting tale of derring do, in which the players successfully ruin a career, find a mainstream media perfectly happy not to delve to deeply into seeking the truth, and successfully work towards getting one of the players as the National Party candidate for some obscure electorate previously the bailiwick of the ruined. Damned good stuff!
In ‘I’ve Got The Jesuit In Me’, the author discusses the relevance of the statement, “Give me the child for seven years, and I will give you the man”, ostensibly a quote from St. Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits. Well worth a read and I wouldn’t wish to pre-empt the thrilling ending by letting you know how it finishes. But be prepared for a nasty shock! In the words of one critic: ‘I have a problem with a person who believes in an unseen entity, based solely on hearsay and zero evidence being able to engage in rational thought and deliver a reasonable outcome based on logic, good sense and scientific evidence, especially after reading this.’ Strong stuff!
THOUGHT TO SELF: If it doesn’t get much more exciting than this, it might be time for Chapter II of the ‘Pillock Chronicles’ for next week!
And so there we have it! Leaving you with the usual postscript (well almost!) . . . . . .