The Australian media have reported on the “offence” taken by a Muslim to Top Gear‘s Niqab-wearing Boxing Day special. Click on the picture to read the article.
As of the time of posting, there are 186 comments, of which about 180 tell the Muslim to ‘get a sense of humour’, ‘get a life’, and ‘get back to where you came from’, in various colourful ways. Two of these laid-back comments are from Australian Muslims! None of the comments are rude, merely forceful. How different from MyT.
There is only one uptight Aussie Muslim getting on his high horse about the “one true monotheistic religion”, and one PC Aussie screaming about ‘racism’; both of these receive short shrift from the others. Read them yourself, if you have a spare half-hour.
Non-Aussies may at first miss the significance of the phrase that several posters use – “The burqas are better at Hungry Jacks” – but I’m sure you can work it out. 😀
I doubt if any reader will believe the revelations that are contained in this post, but time will tell. Be sure to remember that you read it here first.
Earlier today, I received an e-mail from the shadowy ‘person-of-interest’ who runs WicketLeaks. What she had to tell me is explosive, and could bring down the cricket boards of two major nations, as well as resulting in paroxysms of mirth from Pakistan, the current bad-boy of international cricket.
The weather in Queensland this Christmas is utterly out of character. Grey skies all day. Rain, followed by showers, followed by tropical downpours; then some more rain. And it is cold. Not UK cold, I grant, but 19 or 20C when usually at this time of the year it’s over 30C and very, very humid. Even Kingaroy only reached 23C yesterday!
It was a king tide that caused the Brisbane river to break its banks – not the rain. The Bureau of Meteorology insisted that this was because the Pacific was too hot because of global warming, so it had expanded! Many Queenslanders suggested that BuMet should sober up and take a look outside their windows. The entire state is floating and the pastoralists are demanding a return to drought. Funny old world!
Yes, it’s a terrible photograph; out of focus and blurry. But never mind, it’s just about viewable.
Number 1 daughter has recently allowed her partner’s #2 daughter to ‘foster’ RSPCA kittens. This is a process whereby they look after a clutch of kitties from very young until they’re old enough to be separated and found permanent homes. Socialisation and toilet training are the objectives, but the practical result is that there are always hoards of tiny fluffy things cluttering the home, practising looking cute.
The latest trainees are two females and a male – Henry. Henry decided that I, the only human male present yesterday, made a good bed. Eventually he rolled off on to the sofa and gave me an opportunity to grab my phone from my pocket and steal a snap.
He’s a beautiful fawn colour, and a very relaxed sort of chap. Wonderful!
Day Four – Can England hang in and cobble together enough runs to give Australia an impossible chase on Day 5, or will the Aussies dismiss them in time to grab the final winning runs tomorrow?
Today will be a genuine test of Australia’s bowlers (excluding Hauritz and Bollinger, of course, who CA have stupidly declined to select), and of England’s batting solidity – if they have really acquired the necessary stick-at-it-ability.