Like most of the billions of viewers who watched this years football World Cup final, I too was perplexed by the uncharacteristic violent reaction of Frances captain Zidane to some comments by an Italian player.
What kind of words, I pondered, could stir up such reaction in the usually quiet and docile Zidane? I suspected racist remarks, relating to Zidanes Algerian (sic) heritage.
But then came the news that an Italian TV channel has hired a professional lip reader and played the incident back to him. According to the lip reader, the Italian player swore at Zidane, cursed his family, and called him a, wait for it, liar.
Now, having been surrounded for the past 10 years by the moral standards of the Howardian culture, I must admit that it has come as a refreshingly pleasant revelation, that yes, there are places left in this world where the word liar is still being recognised as an insult.
Kicking up a stink
Quite a few of us in Coraki have been searching our gardens to find what it is that has died and dispose of it. But the source of the stench is not in our gardens or in the street gutters. The odour is emanating from a farm across the river from Corakis township. It was first noticed in summer. Stench and heat make a great combination for a town trying to develop tourism.
I wondered if a piggery had opened for business or an abattoir, the smell is so nauseating. Ive been told that itssilage for cattle, with some kind of rotting vegetation that cattle are fed and a feed lot.
It was bad enough in summer to have my evenings and sleep disturbed by either bulldozers, graders or tractors with work that was being carried out at the farm, but now I am suffering the result of that work. Stench! Rotting vegetation and cattle urine. Lovely.
Is this permitted?
And what are the pipes running straight into the Richmond River? Urine? Cow poo? I hope not.