Let's talk about what's making my blood boil right now.
You know I'm a MasterChef fan. I enjoy the original English version. I enjoyed the first series of the Oz version (though I have issues with the production styling, which annoys the bejesus out of me). Now I'm enjoying the Celebrity version (bring on Ryan O'Keefe, COME ON).
What I'm hating is the Coles ads featuring MC judge (and apparently top class restauranteur) George Calombaris. You just know the man has never stepped foot in a Coles and it is so very disingenuous of him to spruik the less than wonderful "fresh" food sold by Coles.
Don't get me wrong. I shop at Coles, it's a decent enough supermarket. But I only get some fruit and veg there if no other option exists. Most of the time their produce is limp and tired and just plain yuck. Don't get me started on the state of their lettuce selection.
So for someone like George, who to me represents the best of what food has to offer, to stand up for what Coles sells us is really insulting.
The by-line for the ads and on the Coles website is "Take a fresh look at Fresh with George Calombaris" by I think it should be "We're taking the piss and so is George Calombaris".
Showing posts with label Bullshit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bullshit. Show all posts
Friday, October 16, 2009
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
So now the government is talking about introducing anti-gambling classes for primary school children.
Is there no end to this Nanny State bullshit we are living through right now?
I want to rant and rave but I'm just dumbfounded by the stupidity of it all.
Here's a novel idea. How about schools teach children to read and write and some basic math concepts and bit of history and geography and just try to instil a general love of learning and leave all the politically correct mumbo jumbo bullshit alone?
Crazy, I know.
Is there no end to this Nanny State bullshit we are living through right now?
I want to rant and rave but I'm just dumbfounded by the stupidity of it all.
Here's a novel idea. How about schools teach children to read and write and some basic math concepts and bit of history and geography and just try to instil a general love of learning and leave all the politically correct mumbo jumbo bullshit alone?
Crazy, I know.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
There is a hoo-ha going on around here (near where I work and Will goes to school, not near home) about a proposal for a brothel.
There are letters to the editor in the local paper and a woman approached me in the school playground to sign a petition against it.
I wish I had the guts to tell this woman what I thought of her prudish piece of crap petition. Instead I'll just tell you.
I can't believe people want to continue to live their lives with their heads in the proverbial sand. Wake up and smell the bullshit people. The sex industry is one of the oldest in the history of humans walking on their hind legs. Pretending it doesn't exist is like closing your eyes and pretending people can't see you. It's real, it exists, deal with it. I certainly prefer the idea of brothels than of poor women freezing their butts off on a corner of William Street or some god-forsaken stretch of the Great Western Highway on a winter's night.
This particular brothel is being planned for a stretch of road inhabitated by panel beaters, car mechanics, a bus terminal and other forms of light industry. The anti-brothel people have picked up on the fact that this bit of road also backs onto the large playing fields of a particular Catholic boys' high school (the actual school buildings being hundreds of meters away from this bit of road). If you ask me, a lot of these boys will probably end up being regular customers. No-one needs a bonk more than a repressed Catholic school boy... well, perhaps the Pope, but that's a whole different story.
So to close I'll just say that I hate prudes, I hate bullshit and I wish I looked better in lingerie like the girls on Satisfaction... when will they screen Season 2?
There are letters to the editor in the local paper and a woman approached me in the school playground to sign a petition against it.
I wish I had the guts to tell this woman what I thought of her prudish piece of crap petition. Instead I'll just tell you.
I can't believe people want to continue to live their lives with their heads in the proverbial sand. Wake up and smell the bullshit people. The sex industry is one of the oldest in the history of humans walking on their hind legs. Pretending it doesn't exist is like closing your eyes and pretending people can't see you. It's real, it exists, deal with it. I certainly prefer the idea of brothels than of poor women freezing their butts off on a corner of William Street or some god-forsaken stretch of the Great Western Highway on a winter's night.
This particular brothel is being planned for a stretch of road inhabitated by panel beaters, car mechanics, a bus terminal and other forms of light industry. The anti-brothel people have picked up on the fact that this bit of road also backs onto the large playing fields of a particular Catholic boys' high school (the actual school buildings being hundreds of meters away from this bit of road). If you ask me, a lot of these boys will probably end up being regular customers. No-one needs a bonk more than a repressed Catholic school boy... well, perhaps the Pope, but that's a whole different story.
So to close I'll just say that I hate prudes, I hate bullshit and I wish I looked better in lingerie like the girls on Satisfaction... when will they screen Season 2?
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