Nipples and Talking Elephants

Allo all!

I was having a conversation with Ryan last night, a fellow Irish-ite living it up in Oz and we both came to the same conclusion - we have never eaten so many kebabs in our lives until we came here.

Let me elaborate - kebabs back home are a ‘eat when desperately drunk’ kind of food. They usually rank below the ubiquitous gravy and chip or even the dirty big curry. But here is Australia, they are a beloved, dare I even say an average everyday food. You can find yourself eating them sober. SOBER! Some people even go out drinking simply to justify the eating of a kebab at the end of the night, such is their power. They will soon be vying with dolphins and David Hasslehoff for world domination.

I was watching the news this morning and right after the Canadian ‘Angel Of Death’ story (in which we were treated to a series of pictures of Kimveer Gill posing with various weapons) there was a touching story about a South Korean zoo keeper who believes that he has taught his elephant to speak. In Korean. If you are lucky enough to see the clip of the elephant doing this, then you will see the sheer trunk strain which talking obviously does to the poor animal. Also, it will probably never be able to pronounce the tough Korean double ‘ss’ sound.

I saw Nacho Libre a few nights ago and am still distressed by Jack Black’s nipples. They’re on display for about 78% of the movie and if it isn’t his nipples then it’s his butt. Just pray that it doesn’t start a trend.