A clarification

‘Toorak Tractor’ = a colloquialism = these monstrous great 4WDs that certain city dwellers buy as a status symbol, rather than for any need for their off-road capabilities. A lot of them never ever leave the bitumen. Unfortunately, it appears that many of the owners of such tanks, including the one that has just driven into me, have no idea how to control their beasts. Foot on the accelerator, brain geared into neutral…..

The incident written of in my last post didn’t actually occur in Toorak, but in Kew. There’s a full gamut of private schools there. And the offending driver didn’t come from Toorak either.

It was my partner who labelled her with the blonde bimbo description – he also noticed (aside from the lack of brain) that she was dressed ‘in a mesh top with her tits hanging out’. He says he noticed this because he couldn’t fathom why someone who was just going to visit an expensive fee paying school with a view to getting her ’little Johnnie’ enrolled was wearing (in his opinion) such inappropriate dress for the occasion. 

Thanks you, everyone, for your good wishes – I was actually in the passenger seat at the time of this incident, so the impact was on my side, immediately behind where my seat’s positioned.  If Mr Knitterly Notions was going even just a fraction slower, I would have worn this Jeep of hers in my lap – instead of into my camper’s kitchen – and wouldn’t be in a position to write about it now!

On the positive side, it looks like my insurance company is being very efficient – it’s the first time I’ve had to put them to the test. The camper went into the smash repairers for a quote yesterday (they were pretty amazed at the degree of damage inflicted – but, then, the other driver was so totally unaware of what she was doing that she didn’t even brake, so it was full force into our side), and the photographs and quote are already with the insurer. Their assessor will view them tomorrow and ring me.

The Toorak Tractor v the Toyota Camper

Saturday,

Blonde bimbo

in Toorak Tractor

roars out from the entrance driveway of a certain Melbourne private school,

doesn’t even register that there is any traffic passing her by on this busy road,

because instead her eyes are fixed to the left, 

intent on seizing a nearby parking space.

She drives straight out into the path of oncoming traffic.

Without giving way.

Directly into the side of my campervan.

Which now resembles a half opened can of sardines.

 

 

Our right to vote. Twice.

As the local rag here headlines ‘Election saga continues’. This is the 2007 Australian general election we’re still speaking of here. First Labour’s Rob Mitchell won the seat of McEwen by 7 votes, then Fran Bailey challenged the result and insisted on a recount which, conveniently, gave her the winning ticket by 12 votes.

So, then Labour appealed to the High Court,  which is now hearing the dispute and what has so far come to light just makes a mockery of the system:

• 8 people in McEwen voted twice.
• At least 10 ballot papers were ruled invalid because their number 5 looked like an S or a J (even though all their other boxes were numbered correctly)
• Another ballot paper was deemed proper and valid after a voter used a pencil to cross out the candidates’ names and replaced them with the names of V8 Supercar drivers and numbered them.

I find this utterly amazing – apart from the fact that the law has been breached by those who voted twice, as one commentator said, it seems that casting your vote is turning into a handwriting test!  The system is hogwash – as, from all accounts given, it seems that the voter’s intentions were perfectly clear (and knowing how fast and illegibly my partner scribbles, one of those ballot papers could well have been his).

Looks like all this bickering could lead us to a by-election in McEwen (and I’m pretty confident that Ms Bailey would get properly ousted the second time around!).