WHAT A BLOODY WASTE

Our taxpayers money? What is it used for?


If you have been to any of the Fire Guard/Fire Ready Meetings around the area you will have received all manner of goodies from Car Stickers to Rulers. This is all to attract our attention like the gaudy baubles on a Christmas Tree.

The message is important, very important, but what a wasteful way to get the information across to us. We at the Astonisher hesitate in calling it propaganda but is it not just a little bit overboard.

The last meeting I went to at Happy Valley Community Centre all attendees received a CFA package the like of which has not been seen since the last Christies Art Catalogue.

In a beautiful red folder with the appropriate logo’s we got 4 x 12 page A4 size shiny paper catalogues numbered 1 to 5. (#2 was not in the kit). Colour pictures worthy of the ‘Woman’s Monthly’ were liberally sprinkled throughout. Also included were four other pamphlets of 1 and 2 pages the subjects being Understanding Fire Danger Ratings, Understanding this Fire Planning Kit, and a Dictionary of Terms to Assist in the Understanding of this Kit. It is a case of absolute overkill. We believe that there is more paper in these folders than the Allies dropped in Propaganda Leaflets in World War 2.

This organ of information believes that all this effort could have been put to better use.

The meetings were informative and well run there is no denying that, but what we received in Junk Mail from the process could have been printed on plain paper in black and white, in fact it could have been presented in Newspaper format for about a tenth of the cost of this particular government initiative.

The cost of preparing the thing, dozens of speech writers and journalists, fashion photographers, layout artists and colour consultants, political advisors, clerks and tea-ladies, telephone cleaners and automatic door repairers would have been used to put it all together and must have run into a million dollars at least. Then there is the printing that would have been at least another million or so.

Information received recently advises us that this whole initiative raised fire awareness only about 2%.

These dollars could have been better spent providing our local CFA with the resources for fighting the occasional catastrophic event rather than providing more paper to fuel the bloody fires..

You alone are responsible to take note of Fire Danger Ratings and the prominent CFA signs during Summer. You could even be an active participant with your local CFA and not only save your own arse but the towns as well.

Going by the number who attended these meetings the First Response Team will have a very brisk business in burn cream for your ‘gluteus maximus’.

DAWG GAWN

It is still within the range of reasonable memory, even for those afflicted with ‘Alzheimers’, that I was stupidly left to look after a dog. Being in charge of a vehicle, being permitted to be a sperm donor, shaving myself, all these things are easy enough for me to do. Easy enough for anyone. But to allow me to be in charge of a dog is, I admit it myself, totally irresponsible.


The first time I saw it laying in the backyard I thought it was a kids home-made toy. Four sticks glued to the four corners of a very dead and dehydrated fox. ‘Look Mum I just made myself a marionette’.

I will not go into the reasons why I ended up with this mutt but let it be known that I did. The word ’dog’ only springs to mind after consulting several dictionaries because what landed in my lap in the car was an emaciated piece of skin and bone. The only thing that denoted it was actually alive was the fact that it planted one of the wettest french kisses I’ve ever had straight onto my mouth while I tried to take my seat behind the wheel of the car.

Needless to say that this dog-shaped wall hanging, on checking with the RSPCA, was so starved that it was probably in the process of digesting its own stomach. The Inspector did not want me to return it to the owner but to surrender it there and then. It may have been a warranted move, but as this ‘thing’ did not belong to me I was hardly in a position to just give it away.

My first steps were to give it a series of suitable gifts. Protein powders, worming chews, flea treatment and soap. It’s first real meal, all previous ingestions being small healthy snacks in the car, was 400 grams of Pet Sausage the size of a can of Pineapple, which it took into its stomach in one huge gulp. It was like watching a Boa engulf a sheep.

After a few days it slowly filled out into a male ‘Whippet’ which began the attachment process by marking all around the house. This is a high-maintenance breed, which means they never ever bloody leave you alone except when attending to their own penile needs with their tongue. They lay around wherever you are and like a painting the eyes follow you around the room. If you move it moves and those ever watchful eyes are there again.

I have nothing against dogs, but I don’t want to own one. The fact that they eat at one end at shit at the other does not phase me, even little babies do that. But you can’t use hotels with a dog, taxi’s or Eclipse Ford loaners, can’t fly with a dog and most likely can’t even smoke with a dog.

More importantly Dumb and Dumber my two Alpacas stress out and carry on like two hysterical teenagers at a horror movie whenever the dog bounces outside the house.

As for the sheep they couldn’t care less. If your brain recognises an object then you run away from it. No reason, just panic. Quiet normal for them. Mine run from themselves quite often.

It was a bit different for Maxine. She had a bit of a turn at first sighting. If memory serves me right the dog was inside when Maxine came around the end of the house looking for her afternoon snack. She bleated as is usual to let me know she was there.

Before I could get to the door the piece of rope with four legs was out to see what the strange new noise was. By the time I got to the door all that was left outside was a slowly descending pall of fine dust where Max had been standing only seconds before. It was at least an hour before she hove into sight again half-a-kilometre away.

Well look at that! I’ve managed to type my way into a corner again and unable to fit any more of the story in.

It is not as good as ‘The Bold And The Beautiful’ but if you have been sucked in by this piece of fantasised non-fiction then it will be continued.

NECESSITY USED TO BE THE MOTHER OF INVENTION

Is technology keeping up with us, which is how it should be, or are we caught up in a frantic race to keep up with technology? You just have to look at the Beer Taps compared to 20 years ago.

How many young people today have ever used a card catalogue to find a book, been amused by a Zoetrope, listened to a Crystal Set, played a Gramophone, used a Typewriter or even rode on a Running Board? How often do you catch your child reading a book, or are their thumbs over-employed playing with themselves? Have they ever seen, let alone handle a Mechanical Pencil, Polaroid Camera, printed with a Gestetner or marvelled at the glowing valves in the back of the TV.

It is easy for us to see the past, it's all around us. But looking into the future isn't even within the purview of Prophets, Mystics or Fortune-tellers. (Unless of course you believe in the science-fiction of spaceships one day coming to take us all back to Theta or wherever the hell Scientologists say we humans came from).

I consulted the town Soothsayer but all they could tell me was that there would most likely be an another over-abundance of plums at Christmas. Even he now employs the use of a computerised crystal ball.

Technology has even made some people totally oblivious to the concept of civility and courteousness. Sit in a darkened theatre or a play and it will be inevitable that little fireflies begin to glow around the auditorium. That annoying little blue glow born not out of boredom but the constant need for people to keep checking if they exist.

Nobody likes me. I haven't had an SMS for five minutes. I have to see if I have email. Maybe I'll surf around for a coffee shop for the interval.

Why is it so? Why continually break our concentration or even a conversation to check if we are still 'on line' to the outside world.

I went browsing the other day for new inventions. Maybe, just maybe sometime in the future we will not be able to do without a Video Spy Pen (For perverts), Portable Luggage Scales (To argue over at the check-in), Stereo Pest Repellent for Insects that hate Country Music), Electronic Bongo Drum T-Shirt (for Keeping Hippies amused on long trips) or the Bomb Alarm Clock that explodes every morning to wake you up. A warning comes with this last one that it should not be used by War Veterans or alternatively for Terrorists who really want to die.

Annoying contraptions aside are we preparing our kids for jobs that don't yet exist to use technologies that have yet to be invented. We had better be. Our education system is still stuck back in the 'learn by rote system' instead of the get out there and experiment model.

They still sit through endless hours of what to them is a load of bollocks until later when they grow up and find they need those bollocks. Why are they not out there turning over rocks for Biology, or getting skid marks on their pants from Physics?

Is our education system able to cope with the demands that are to come? Do Teachers even think about things to come, or are they just focused on getting children through the system without too much stress on themselves and not doing too much overtime?

I’m looking forward to advances in Fountain Pens, Paper Clips, my Sextant and Vinyl Records to upgrade my office environment, and a longer phone cord. (Mine unplugs itself just after the front gate.)

By 2050 will we have high pressure Bidets, Robotic Drivers in our cars controlled by GPS and a Hotelier that tells better jokes?

'The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at time' – Abraham Lincoln

My farewell this month is in Afrikaans

Nou neuk af ….....