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Why Girls take so long in Public Toilets

Christine tells you "Why girls take so long in public toilets," You might have seen this, but just in case you haven't it made me cry laughing because its so true! When you need to visit a public loo there is invariably a line of women waiting, you smile politely and take your place in the line, it finally gets to your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied. But eventually a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door wont lock. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long and you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook if there was one, but there isn't so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your pants and assume "the position". In this position your ageing, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You would love to sit down,

Why Girls take so long in Public Toilets

Christine tells you "Why girls take so long in public toilets," You might have seen this, but just incase you haven't it made me cry laughing because its so true! >>When you need to visit a public loo there is invariably a line of women >>waiting, you smile politely and take your place in the line, it finally >>gets to your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. >> >>Every cubicle is occupied. >> >>But eventually a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the >>woman leaving the cubicle. >> >>You get in to find the door wont lock. It doesn't matter, the wait has >>been so long and you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the >>modern "seat covers" is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the >>door hook if there was one, but there isn't so you carefully, but quickly >>drape it around your neck, yank down your pants and assume "the

A four year old child is abducted after escaping from custody

IT happened at the time when our family were living at Seven Hills; in the Western suburbs of Sydney NSW Australia. A brisk twenty minute walk would take us to the rail station, which at the time was adjacent to the Seven Hills road controlled rail crossing, and a further five minutes walk would take us to the kindergarten where our baby boy of four years of age was protected while we the child's parents were working. We would drop the child off at the kindy from our car and on completion of our employment return to the kindy to pick him up. On this particular occasion we called at the kindy I waited in the car while my wife went to pick up our child, minutes later they arrived at the car seemingly distressed, I wasn't sure what the problem was until we returned home and that was when our neighbour gave us the full account of the days proceedings. Our neighbour stated that, she noticed our son in the front garden at 1pm and assumed that we had returned from work, then at 1-15pm

The Mile High Whore - Now sitting on a Goldmine

SHE has sold and re-told the story of her Ralph Fiennes conquest umpteen times - now former Qantas trolly dolly Lisa Robertson is using her "mile high" fame claim to promote a Sydney brothel. Featuring the image of a jet and the message that "Lisa recommends the Mile High Club", the ads for Granville bordello The Site appeared in The Daily Telegraph's personal classified section this week. While Robertson - who has admitted working as an escort in the past, as well as stints as a police woman - declined to comment, a spokeswoman from The Site said they would be employing the former hostie for "promotions and marketing" purposes but not as "a working lady". "Lisa hasn't signed a contract yet, but she is aware that the ads are running," the spokeswoman said. "We're trying to think outside the square in how we promote the business, and this has had a great response so far." Earlier this year Roberson was at the centre

Smelly Flea Ridden Slobbering Dogs in Taxicabs? Have your say on the matter.

TAXI drivers who refuse to carry blind people with guide dogs face fines of up to $1100, the NSW Government warned today amid outrage at the biased practice. Transport Minister John Watkins today warned of a crackdown on selective cabbies after he Daily Telegraph revealed some drivers were refusing to pick up guide dogs for "religious" reasons or because of allergies. He said the government was committed to ensuring that all taxi drivers were aware of and complied with the law - and would consider changing the training program. "I need to make the point very clear to the taxi industry and to taxi drivers. This is illegal, with a fine of up to $1,100," Mr Watkins told reporters in Newcastle. "I've made sure the Ministry of Transport contacts the Taxi Council to remind their drivers of their responsibility. "We'll also look at the education – all taxi drivers receive a session with a disability service advocate as part of their training. "I also

Wallabies Roo's in Nappies (Diapers) What's next, Crocs in the Bathtub..

US shame: Wallabies in nappies RED kangaroos are selling for $US3000 in the United States in a booming trade that reduces Australia's national icon to the status of domestic pet. And their smaller kin, wallabies, are being touted as excellent inside pets, with tips to keep them in nappies and walk them on leashes. The rush to have Australian natives as pets is horrifying conservation groups which believe the trend can be found worldwide. The issue has boiled over recently after The Daily Telegraph revealed the abominable conditions of the red kangaroo Tyson, which was living out its life in a roadside zoo in the town of London in Ontario, Canada. Let Canada know just how you feel about Tyson's suffering. Follow the links at the bottom of this story or join our Canadian kicking page here . While the red kangaroos for sale in the US are generally bred there, anger is building that our closest neighbour New Zealand is exporting many of the wallabies for the international market.

CANADA..Cruelty resumes..Ontario Premier Dalton McGuinty, Ignores plight of the Big Red Kangaroo.

THE person who could save Tyson the red kangaroo from his restricted enclosure, at a disgusting roadside zoo, has wiped his hands of the imprisoned Roo. Ontario premier Dalton Mcguinty, a renowned native wildlife lover, has apparently refused to extend the same compassion to exotic species. While Mr Mcguinty freed Bam Bam; a native deer from shocking conditions at a roadside zoo similar to Tysons prison, he does not seem interested in the Australian Roo's plight and refused a Sydney news papers request for an interview. "Unfortunately an interview with the premier isn't possible at this time" his media officer said. This is not surprising as he was in all probability out chasing the famous Paddy Mcguinty's goat, Or with a few of his Canuck Cronies beating the living shit out of a few thousand Baby Harp Seals; another exotic species perhaps? - in my opinion only in the sense of the fur coats they provide for exotic well heeled Homo Sapiens. Are not humans of differ

Canadian Animal Cruelty rears its Ugly head again

A RED kangaroo living in a cage the size of a garage at a Canadian zoo is about to change the animal cruelty laws of its adopted home. Nicknamed Tyson, the tired and sick-looking Australian native has been languishing in a cage thousands of kilometres from home since 2001. Normally able to travel at speeds of up to 48km/h and leap up to 9m in a single bound, the kangaroo has been restricted to hopping just a few metres in its small, dusty enclosure at Lickety-Split Ranch & Zoo in London, Ontario. Let Canada know just how you feel about Tyson's suffering. Follow the links at the bottom of this story or join our Canadian kicking page here . Locals say the roadside zoo's animals have suffered through an eight-month Canadian winter of snow storms and sub-zero temperatures. But Tyson has only a metal shed for protection against the cold. Donna O'Donnell, who lives nearby, said all the animals were kept outside in tiny metal cages during London's bitter chill. "It sn

Vest Remembers. Palestine May 14 1948

It was on that morning our ship the British warship the Colony class 6" gun 8,000 Ton Cruiser HMS Mauritius (The CO Capt Lord Ashbourne)was berthed in Haifa( soon to become Israel in a few hours) We were soon to leave in a hurry in the midst of sniping from on shore. I am privileged to say that I was on that last British ship to leave the British mandate of Palestine on the eve of that country becoming the state of Israel. HMS Mauritius and its crew had been involved with the so called infamous 'Exodus' business, The boarding of illegal immigrant-carrying ships - heading for Palestine. The larger of these ships were the 'Pan York' and 'Pan Crescent' which were boarded January 1948 each carrying 7,000 souls on their way to a better life from war torn Europe, Unfortunately the infrastructure in the promised land according to the ruling British was far too inadequate to deal with such a large intake of arrivals. The allocation of 1,000 per month was the settle

My First Career, Plus an Improvement in my Quality of Life

CHAPTER 13 My First Career On 5 January 1942, I went to Shotley Royal Naval Base for a medical examination, which I passed despite being under the height requirement of five feet. I was four feet ten and a half inches, six stone six lbs (42.3 kg), and fifteen years, five months and twenty days old. I was an under-sized, under-aged piece of ‘cannon fodder.’ The school received a twenty-five pound Sterling bounty payment upon my delivery to the Royal Navy. My body was sold for approximately 55p or Aus $1-15 a Kilo or 30 cents U/S per lb. After a gruelling train journey to Fleetwood (near Liverpool,) I embarked in the early morning on the Isle of Man steam packet, ‘Rushen Castle’. It took four hours to get to Douglas, the capital and main port on the Isle of Man. I hadn’t been at sea for four years. Looking piteously at the first-timers berleying on the boisterous Irish sea, I was reminded of my first experience of sea sickness on a Portsmouth to Isle Of Wight ferry in 1938 the ‘Lorna Doo

Watts Naval Training School, was it that bad? Vest thought so. During his five year spell as a student

CHAPTER 7 Watts Naval Training School I don’t remember how I got to WNTS, but I was very pleased to be back with my brother after a year of separation. Christopher seemed changed. He was in Class 2B when I arrived on 16 December 1936. I was exactly ten years and five months of age. Christopher was in Seven Company and I was in Six Company, each company having about forty-five boys between the ages of eleven and fifteen-and-a-half. I had two days of schooling before the Christmas break, when I was told I would be in 1A not the 1B class. (The Headmaster had obviously read the letter from Mr Thompson.) Watts Naval Training School was a charity school with a nautical theme run on militaristic principles. The estate was located in the Norfolk rural countryside far from the outside world. It was situated on the edge of a plateau that sloped west to a valley near the river Wensum where the school farmed the land. WNTS had a population of a large staff and about three hundred students between

"Every Childhood Lasts A Lifetime". A Shameful History Revealed.

DAVID HILL, a former ABC (Australia) managing director explores a part of Australia's shameful history, in his new book. "THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN" OF FAIRBRIDGE FARM, and its betrayal of Australia's Child Migrants. This is a personal story for David Hill, who in 1959 was sent with his brothers to Australia for a better education and life, by a reluctant but destitute mother who thought she was doing the best thing for her boys. David and his brothers were lucky; his mother was able to be reunited with her sons three years later when they settled in Sydney, but in between those years the Hill boys endured a criminally harsh life at Fairbridge Farm. From 1938 to 1974 thousands of children were sent from Britain to Molong, in western NSW, to a farm set up by a British society with the aim of alleviating child poverty in Britain, while populating the far reaches of the British Empire. David Hill collates the lives of the Fairbridge children - the sadistic abuse they suffer

Vest Remembers V E Day 1945, Er - but only vaguely.

Amidst the worldwide scene of jollity-dancing in the streets and a feeling of relief that the war had finally come to an end in Europe. there were others who were not too happy with their lot, those who were committed to ending the war in the pacific region, the major conflict being in the north pacific near Japan and its island dependencies, the conflict on Okinawa at the time; halfway through to its finale and with a loss of 48,000 American lives. Then of course was the massive American Naval fleet and the lesser sized fleet The British Pacific Fleet(The Forgotten Fleet)With its 70 Warships 6 A/C Carriers, 2 Battleships, 12 cruisers and, 40 destroyers and others. The carnage at sea and in the air continued on V E day and beyond to the August VJ Day; and beyond that day too I recall, few of us had cause to celebrate due to most of us being under age Children, Those like myself in exposed action stations had to put up with a continual display of Aeriel acrobatics by the Japanese Air fo

Sat on My Specs yesterday. Real bad feeling.

Reading news papers lately is producing a weepy eye effect, it's bad enough wasting ones precious time reading the junk even after skipping the sporting, celeb and advertising crap, however, the odor, fumes, smell, or stink which ever you prefer; emanating from the news print, is becoming a source of discomfort, it seems that, suddenly I have developed an aversion to newsprint, but worse still are the colorful magazines and supplements. Is anyone else experiencing this phenomena? or is it just today; to see clearly, I have to peer closer with my distance specs - in tandem with my ancient pair of discarded reading goggles. I had wiped my eyes and had laid my readers down somewhere, even when wearing distance specs I failed to find them. so I went into the spare bedroom which I use as an office and an escape area and sat on the colorful counterpane quite heavily and 'Eureka' I found them. After copping an admonishment from er in doors for unseemly language, I popped down t

The Non Plastic Town of Modbury,where any old Bag is welcomed. bar plastic. .

It does not refer to wrinkly old bag ladies or droopy middle aged bimbo's. MODBURY is the quintessential small English West Country town. Set in a hollow among rolling Devon hills just a few miles from the sea, it has 760 households, a high street, three churches, a primary school, several pubs, two takeaways, a surgery, a small supermarket and 40 or so small shops. Not much happens in Modbury. Some say the last time the peace was disturbed was in 1643 when Roundheads and Cavaliers fought in its streets. But a revolution of another kind will happen tomorrow. At 8am, it will become the first plastic bag-free town in Europe. Spurred by environmental fervour and growing concern about the 100 billion or more plastic bags thought to be littering the world and clogging the seas, the town's 43 traders have declared their independence from the plastic bag and pledged to no longer sell, give away or otherwise provide them for a minimum of six months. No one knows how much it will cost