The one issue that makes me oh so tyred
HOW many tyres have to die before the Department of Transport fills in the potholes on Steve Irwin Way?
That’s the question I know that most drivers navigating a tight stretch between Beerwah and Glasshouse were asking last week. Witches cones and bunting made the already tight little corner almost impossible to steer through and at night after a bit of rain – let me tell you from experience – that flat-looking road was most certainly not.
I might lodge a damages claim with TMR but most likely I’ll just whinge until it’s fixed. But hurry up for goodness sake.
Going for broke – “World War Fee”
That was the funniest headline last week after watching all my shares tank thanks to stable genius Donald Trump’s latest 4D chess move. Who knows when or where this fiscal nightmare will end, but I reckon for most the idea that interest rates might come down three or four times might seem the only game in town.
Problem is that only happens if the broader economy is tanking, so take your pick.
OLYMPIC LETDOWN
How would you feel dedicating your entire life to a niche sport such as rowing or archery, only to one day be given the opportunity to compete at a hometown Olympics, only for organisers to ship your event up to Rockhampton?
Nothing against Rocky, one of my favourite people went to Berserker school, but talk about a bummer having to drive up the potholed Bruce only to plunge into the murky Fitzroy River.
My croc cousins might make for a few more PBs, so that’s one plus. Can’t think of any others.