In which the pond digresses with Sharri for a Friday treat ...

Informed Australians will be aware that Quen's is just down the road from Chen's and across the street from When's ...

Okay, as a site littered with tipos, the pond is aware of the dangers of throwing glass stones at wooden doors, but the point surely is that the reptiles expect to get paid by informed Oztralians ...they're supposed to be professionals, but these days, it seems the professionals play at Quen's, wherever that might be ...(yes, it's the apostrophe that got to the pond above all).

Never mind, this day there is no Moorice or Oreo or other shooting star to be seen at the lizard Oz, and anyway, the pond has developed quite a sweet spot for the comedy stylings of Sharri in the Terror on a Friday ...

What better way to wrap up the week?

Look at that joke for starters - who else could make a joke about polly's poll position ...

Sorry, the pond digresses, that's an American thing ...

Luckily the google splash suggested a solid set of informative Sharri insights ...

And sure enough Sharri got right to the heart of matters straightaway ...

Confusion thanks to the reptiles of the lizard Oz's dreaded pretty polling?

The pond can't imagine why the poll matters that much. And there doesn't seem to be that much confusion in the alleged media class of reptiles that infests the lizard Oz.

The message regarding Malware is clear cut this day ...

The Catholic Boys' Daily is in a state of uproar and seething with rage.

Okay, it's time to confess. The pond only runs Sharri because it's aware its demographic, as with the reptiles, skews a little old, and each Friday the pond is able to offer a little visual treat for the older gentleman reader ...

By golly, it's a simple enough trick but if it works for the Terror, then surely it must work for the pond. What's that, the sound of the real Dorothy Parker revolving in her grave?

Never mind, it means that the pond has been able to crop out some of the illustrations that the reptiles felt the need to offer as a distraction from simpleton Sharri's simplistic text ...

Well the pond couldn't leave that illustration out, could it?

Of course he's an inept wolf.

And how else to distract from simpleton Sharri's plea for an alienated base, with the busy voters tending to the clichés of the day and their elderly parents, and then suddenly being confused and conflated by Sharri with a bunch of very well-heeled superannuants from the Toorak branch of the Liberal party (though possibly with a sprinkling from Malvern and South Yarra as well) ...

More here, with active links ...

Still the pond is always pleased to be reminded of the suffering of the super rich ...

As for the Robb report, that was news back in April when the reptiles of Oz made mention of it ...

As for Robb himself, he offered a classic example of why many in the electorate loathe politicians, and why specifically many have a set against the Liberal party ...

More from the lizard Oz by googling, more about Andrew Robb's deep abiding affection for the Chinese Communist party's billionaire sidekicks at the ABC here, with active links ...

Was there a section in the Robb report about pigs with snouts in troughs?

But the pond digresses ... it's back to base camp with Sharri ...

Okay, the pond just had to leave that illustration in, because it illustrates the long ago lost Camelot in which Sharri dwells ... where little Johnny, the former Chairman, and spouses are still a thing ...

It's another fine distraction and digression, made essential somewhere around the point where simple Sharri presents the onion muncher as a policy wonk ...

Strange, the pond seems to remember a different set of policy promises ...

But the pond digresses ... it's back to Sharri's insights ...

Oh no, not Barners. Of course these politicians also have to grapple with the professional activists to be found in the Daily Terror, the lizard Oz, the HUN, the Currish Snail, as they run constant campaigns in the media pandering to the rich and the well-heeled...insatiable demons intent on ruining everything ...

Why, the very notion that Peta would want to leave the Murdochian bosom and work for Barners is risible, but good old Sharri takes it ever so solemnly and seriously ...

Speaking of digressions, Sharri for some reason began to remind the pond of The Diary of a Nobody ... reading Sharri's comedy stylings, the pond began to feel very Pooterish.

This worthy tome is available at Project Gutenberg here ...

November 16.—Woke about twenty times during the night, with terrible thirst. Finished off all the water in the bottle, as well as half that in the jug. Kept dreaming also, that last night’s party was a failure, and that a lot of low people came without invitation, and kept chaffing and throwing things at Mr. Perkupp, till at last I was obliged to hide him in the box-room (which we had just discovered), with a bath-towel over him. It seems absurd now, but it was painfully real in the dream. I had the same dream about a dozen times. 
Carrie annoyed me by saying: “You know champagne never agrees with you.” I told her I had only a couple of glasses of it, having kept myself entirely to port. I added that good champagne hurt nobody, and Lupin told me he had only got it from a traveller as a favour, as that particular brand had been entirely bought up by a West-End club. 
I think I ate too heartily of the “side dishes,” as the waiter called them. I said to Carrie: “I wish I had put those ‘side dishes’ aside.” I repeated this, but Carrie was busy, packing up the teaspoons we had borrowed of Mrs. Cummings for the party. It was just half-past eleven, and I was starting for the office, when Lupin appeared, with a yellow complexion, and said: “Hulloh! Guv., what priced head have you this morning?” I told him he might just as well speak to me in Dutch. He added: “When I woke this morning, my head was as big as Baldwin’s balloon.” On the spur of the moment I said the cleverest thing I think I have ever said; viz.: “Perhaps that accounts for the parashooting pains.” We roared.

But the pond digresses, even if it now wishes it had put its light-hearted Friday Sharri side dish aside ... especially as there's a last gobbet of Sharri to do ...

The good thing is that with their constant whimsical - or in the case of Sharri mindless - speculation is that the man who made the current NBN a thing is in a state of constant torment. 

The bad thing? Well the pond has never warmed to Comrade Bill, and his shameless pandering to the Catholic education recruitment and propaganda ponzi scheme of late has been something shocking and startling to see.

Still, it could be worse, as noted by the pond's preferred Pope, with more papal pronouncements here ...