I post this as an observation of Canberra drivers even though I live in Canberra.
When I had my prime mover and tri-axle float a favorite pastime with tailgaters, if I as on a road with a gravel verge was to run the float onto the gravel and spray the di**head behind with gravel stones.Revenge.
Background notes. Coming from the shops I have to go through two roundabouts. The first is on a main road. It has a run-off to the connecting road where there is the second roundabout and the road after that is a two way. Part way down is a street to the right down which is where I live. And that's it. Cars behind me have nowhere to go.
Cross first roundabout and a young driver practising to be the next Daniel Ricciardo, gets right up the rear after turning from the run-off. Rather aggressive. I slow down to around 50 kph (60 zone) after going through the next roundabout. Still right up my dinger. So I slow down to about 30 kph and indicate I will be turning right but see a car coming towards me which is far enough away I could go down my street safely before it reaches me. However, I decided to come to a complete stop. Took maybe 3 to 4 seconds before the other car passed me.
Watching the dirtbag in my rear view mirror swearing like a trooper was sweet indeed.
until they own the reality they are the architects of their own misfortune, there's little hope. permanent / professional victimsI subscribed to a magazine called "Guernica" which for some reason stopped publishing last year.
Fortunately they are up and running again. Today I received an email with a link to one of their articles which I felt duty bound to share with all thespians ( and lespians ) on ASF.
In the January issue, Salar Abdoh presents Tarek Abi Samra’s “A Man Made of Dust,” in which the author bears indelible and humane witness to Lebanon’s successive recent crises by observing one man’s relationship with his dog.
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"War is coming and you have no business here—you who brought these calamities on us in the first place"
Oh happy days for the bod who scored that little number.In the 18th century, the tobacco smoke enema, an insufflation of tobacco smoke into the rectum, was a common method of reviving drowning victims.
It may have been the smoke was inserted smoking end first, which in a lot of cases would revive someone, just a thought.In the 18th century, the tobacco smoke enema, an insufflation of tobacco smoke into the rectum, was a common method of reviving drowning victims.
a medical technique lost in the mists of time.It may have been the smoke was inserted smoking end first, which in a lot of cases would revive someone, just a thought.
@sptrawler I would have thought that would revive the mournful soul from their slumber post haste.It may have been the smoke was inserted smoking end first, which in a lot of cases would revive someone, just a thought.
@Dona Ferentes Now this begs the question. Is the baccy the smoking or chewing variety??a medical technique lost in the mists of time.
but such a random thing ... drowning and handy tobacco
* wonders whether the saying "blowing smoke up your a55" comes from?@Dona Ferentes Now this begs the question. Is the baccy the smoking or chewing variety??
Are you on the mend?Now that it cooled off a bit must get back to repairing the piping that was burnt in the fire last Monday.
Sort of limited to a short number of hours I can put in due to recent health issues.
@sptrawler I have an appointment with a heart surgeon on Wednesday early afternoon.Are you on the mend?
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