In the latter department, the Northern Territory News seems to crop up with disturbing regularity. And once again, that august body has not disappointed:
Flying dong dings bucks party goer
You can click the headline above to find the full text of the article. It is a piece of journalistic glory from yesteryear, replete with innuendo, alliteration, and piss-poor punning. Most importantly, it brings to light a serious issue of OH&S that lesser mainstream outlets are simply too fearful, too cowardly to cover.
All crap aside, I love the NT stuff because it's a window onto an Australia that seems now gone. The complete lack of propriety, the broad humour, the willingness to believe that we're all in on the joke together -- I miss that, in these buttoned-down, uber-sensitive PC modern days.
Yeah, I know. It's crass. And not infrequently offensive, if you choose to take it that way. So sue me: I grew up in Far North Queensland, where people rode liloes down flooded rivers and hurled empty beer bottles at the saltwater crocs to make 'em keep their distance.
It's a complex world. I miss the kind of place and time when you really could hope to solve most problems by sitting down with the opposition and cracking a slab.
