My sincere thanks to our sometimes correspondent, Bobcat, for a timely message last night as follows;

Hey TNA, you whinging cunt, I hope you’re going to watch the story on “Sunday Night” (ch 7) about all the whinging poms coming to oz and insulting our country

Timely indeed, because I hadn’t spotted it in the schedule and at the time I was watching the Sydney Swans smash the Eagles, thus breaking an 18 match home win record. Grand final calls, I suspect……

Fox Plus duly set to record.

Upon later review, it was simply a rinse, rehash and repeat of last year’s story about thick C2 demographic dodgy northerners deciding that, after a lifetime of living in Bolton or Sutton Colfield, the shock of seeing more than 7 hours of sunlight a week was too much for them so were heading back home.

We’ve discussed this phenomenon before here (I do recommend going back to this previous post, it’s still completely valid) so I won’t bang on much further about it today except a reminder that we’ve coined a handy acronym to describe this type of immigrant;

ADULTS – Arrived Down Under, London Too Scary

Fuck ‘em, let them leave and hopefully they will sell me their kid’s bicycle cheap on Gumtree in time for the next birthday before they go.

Anyway, what really struck me last night was the irrelevance of Channel 7. If it wasn’t for Bobcat’s little abusive missive, I wouldn’t have thought to look at the channel’s listing for the evening. I honestly can’t recall the previous time we’ve watched the channel.

A quick browse of tonight’s schedule would seem to provide the answer to this enigma;

Inspiring, isn’t it? I feel a need for an evening playing charades and canasta followed by a sing song around the old Joanna at Chez New Australia tonight.