Today while travelling from Victoria to another spot containing pleasant people (South Aus) the centre thereof as the 100s of Ks of stubble interspersed with mallee and "road works" every 40-60ks lots speed signing 80 . . 60 . . .40 . . . and back up.
Not a sign of actual road works on a Friday afternoon, nary a ute or guy leaning on spade with fag in gob, no; no; no.
To the point. Pressing the radio button got the ABC; everywoman's ABC. Announcers discussed Canberra, Liberals how they failed women (can't remember the names) How good it was boys at school (who thought likely as I did at the age - that the dick was very handy to piss out of) had to apologise to all the girls; most, hopefully unsullied on the relentless progress to adulthood.
Every subject on the ABC had a total feminine function.
As the machine burbled along, I found the entertainment had a search function the mundane joy of music and ordinary news.
