Media Blockout

I have torn out my fingernails, stapled my eyelids together and stuffed my ears with peanuts, but I can’t keep the static out. I will be so pleased that next week will bring an end to the polling, the speculation, and the endless dissections; if not to the entertainment that will arrive if indeed Tony is let loose and we are ricochet back in time.

Now everyone knows I’m not averse to time travel and that a good TARDIS  could pop up in my front garden anytime it likes – provided of course that it is still being piloted by David Tennant and has Capt’n Jack Harkness on board. I keep looking for the rift in time to appear on my wall, but have to really concede that the crack in the lounge room really means I have to get someone in to look at a mundane problem that will cost me a motza..........................  I’m off the track again.

Oh yes….Back to the Future….but alas, I fear it will be Back to the Past, and I just never looked good in shoulder pads and frizzy hair.

Given it’s election eve, I’m wondering if tomorrow at the ballot box I will get a surprise that some vertically challenged little fellow from a far away northern place has tinkered away at. Oops I hope it’s not another fantasy dinosaur or titanic replica . 

I think I need an escape plan, so it’s off to Norfolk Island for me.

PS: I still haven’t been polled!

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Art work of the week

The tea cosies just keep on coming - at least they will fit in a new retro world

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