Off with the Pixies?

Once upon a time in a land called OZ...

Guy Forked?

Due to an alleged planning stuff-up by Matthew GUY, Victoria's Planning Minister, Fishermans Bend... a mostly desolate former industrial area... is no longer looking like it will ever be the government's 'jewel in the crown' of their 4 year reign, which officially ends pending a state general election later this month.

Archival 'Cup' reference

I'm not much into the 'GGs' ... so, haven't bothered to do anything special to note today's famous race at Flemington.

However, something I did circa1988 to illustrate a mag. piece about the impact of the great event on productivity in work-places unable to enjoy the Melbourne public holiday... remains readily fresh in mind. Not because of the race itself, but rather the job involved scribbling a 'rough' in response to a telephoned request for the illo at short notice. The accompanying pic is the original 'rough' drawn immediately using a standard 'sharpie' bullet-tipped marker... without much prior thought...  pencilled guide-lines or any correction fluid. The only colour was applied directly to the jockey's figure to emphasise the usual blandness of computer work-rooms.

So what? Well, it was delivered to the publisher by hand and processed for print exactly as it was first
conceived. The rarity of such an occurrence is what made it memorable as a lesson for cartoonists that often the first 'go' at a project produces the freshest and best version you're going to achieve in the long run.

Playing the percentages?

The government is adamant they will not increase ADF salary rises above 1.5% per annum despite an inflation rate at +/- 3%. Let's hope the armed forces don't misunderstand the government's fondness for 'direct action' and take a little of their own .

And, of course, it's probably a given that the bloody politicians are about to deeply cut their own levels of remuneration?!

The worm turns?

Looking desperately to avoid drowning at the next election, Dense Napthalene and crew are fishing for support from the not inconsiderable numbers of potential voters among the sport-fishing community of Victoria. Promising to ban commercial netting of popular table fish stocks in both Port Phillip and Corio bays, they in the sinking ship of state are obviously hoping the prospect of Snapper, Whiting etc. stocks  once again being freely available to recreational fisher-folk will have them manning the figurative life-boats to save Dense and Co. at the polls?

Of course, the thinking element among anglers are experts at bait identification. They will perhaps ponder this question... If promising to ban commercial activities in both bays seems such a good idea now the ship is sinking... why wasn't it one of their favored desires during the past four years spent asleep at the tiller?

Marital blltz?

From observations scribbled down and stored awaiting verbal twists opening the portal to gagdom.

Intermission...

Unless something compelling happens in National, State or World affairs over the next week or so, I want to have a spell from what is becoming the monotony of politics. Also. I need to hook up and become familiar with a new computer intended to provide vastly up-dated access to the web.

Sooo, mostly gag 'toons or examples of archival stuff which aren't fighting a daily deadline for the next week or so.