from the cynical to the strange
First it was a kid with cancer and an aboriginal boy. Not really news, but at least we could see where they were coming from. But Pavarotti? What the fuck does he have to do with the Melbourne Cup? And just when you thought it couldn't get any stranger: a pony. A BABY PONY! A very cute baby pony, but a pony nonetheless. I don't think we'll be seeing either Pavarotti or a baby pony running in the Melbourne Cup, any time soon. Yet it seems Rupert Murdoch's Conservative-Capitalism Newsletter will grasp at any excuse to photograph this shiny gold symbol of triumph, in the presence of ANY person or animal with vaguley positive PR that will hold still long enough.
What's next? The Melbourne Cup cluthced proudly in Kylie's hand as she trudges off for chemo? Teetering precariously on the back of a beached whale, as weeping locals struggle to return it to the sea? Oh, I know! Princess Mary's proud return to Tassie: baby in one hand, MELBOURNE CUP in the other!
For the love of God, where does the madness end?!
Labels: stuff n' nonsense