CROC FREE ZONE!

After a week away from Darwin I returned to discover that the NT Government appears to be seriously considering the possibility of establishing a 50km Croc Free Zone around Darwin city.

Of all the ludicrous...

I was initially convinced this must be some sort of NT News scare-mongering/ sensationalism and have been trying to confirm it is as some sort of late April Fool's day joke ever since. Sadly, it appears to be quite serious.

How can the NTG and Federal Govt agree to the compulsory killing of crocodile now when last year the Fed Govt stood in the way of managed, profitable safari hunting (which would have provided employment and income for Traditional Owners who supported it) because Steve Irwin convinced them it was cruel? Also it is virtually unenforceable and exposes the Govt to potential litigation from idiots who think getting in the water up here is safe. The NT News has run a whole serious of headlines entitled things like 'More Croc Idiots!' illustrating what unnecessary risks people take. While I realise this is not exactly Walkley Award winning journalism, they have a point.

And what about the journalists?! What will the NT News do? Does this mean we should expect more headlines like Wednesday the 15th's : PICTURES! MY DOG ATE MY G-STRING!


UPDATE: When you google 'croc free zone darwin' the very first item is entitled 'croc-free-zone idea ludicrous'. Great minds ABC, great minds...

Living up to expectations: in which I am unmasked as an erratic blogger and terrible coffee snob

As you can see I am far exceeding even my own expectations of erratic posts!
High(and low)lights of the last few post-less weeks include:

- Suffering a week and a half of debilitating flu. Lord help you all if I ever get anything serious: I am apparently incapable of suffering in quiet dignity.
- A wonderful weekend in Melbourne revisiting my favourite spots with my favourite people, drinking a lot of good coffee and talking about all the good coffee I had drunk, and remembering how amazing it is to be able to go dancing at a spot where you love all the music and everybody around you loves all the same music and that music isn't a cover band playing Jessie's Girl (which, contrary to how that sentence reads, I don't love).
- Work-sickday-work-sickday-work
- Finally, RECOVERY - upon which I become obnoxiously cheerful.
- An unexpected week in Nhulunbuy where, in contrast to my Melbourne visit, I drank some quite unexceptional coffee and my understanding of 'latte' and the cafe's understanding of 'latte' clashed considerably. Note to Crunch'n'Munch cafe staff: no matter how adamantly you try and convince me otherwise I know a latte is NOT a long black with an enormous pile of froth balanced on top, sprinkled with chocolate. And if I stir this concoction it will NOT, as you insist, miraculously become a latte. This is also not a cappuccino (or a cuppa-ccino, as they are so often called in the NT). Confusingly, I know you know this too because you have been serving me quite delicious lattes for the last 3 days.

Serves me right for being a persnickety bitch :)

I am looking forward to the very busy upcoming week - planned activities include a trip to Milingimbi for work, a trip to Timor Leste for fun and copious coffee consumption.