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Little boys in straw trilby hats? Tick! Men in Deus ex Machina (if they’ve got children) or Superdry (if they don’t) vintage print t-shirts? Tick! Rolled pastel three-quarter-length pants? Tick! Ray-Bans, Havaianas, and trucker caps as far as the eye … Continue reading →

While we’re on the subject of France, I think I got to get me one of these: The yearly calendar frenzy has emerged [in France] as an unlikely occasion for the country’s cheese-makers to try their hand at soft-core porn. … Continue reading →

“How can one bring together a country with 265 different cheeses?”, General Charles de Gaulle is said to have remarked* after the divisive (and, for him, disappointing) 1951 French elections. The answer to the General’s question is, you bring them … Continue reading →

The Prick is not saying that he and Mrs Prick may have been a little over-served and under-fed at their respective company drinks Friday night. No, no, no, not by any stretch of the imagination. But it can be reported … Continue reading →

A couple of weeks ago this site noted the shuttering of Danks Street Depot due to a number of factors, including higher power and refrigeration costs brought on by the carbon tax. Not surprisingly, Danks Street isn’t the only operation … Continue reading →

As noted recently by the IPA’s Tim Wilson, the joyless, taste-deprived, freedom-hating puritans of Australia’s public health lobby are increasingly concerned that they are falling behind in the nanny stakes. The lead may very well be going to Britain, where … Continue reading →

And thus it was after an agreeably pointy-ended flight to Melbourne, followed by a slightly less straightforward ride out to the country, that the Pricks found themselves in Yarra Glen, bang smack in the middle of the Yarra Valley at … Continue reading →

While the Prick sorts out a few things, why not check out the adventures of a Canadian duck working her way through the Cordon Bleu Academy in Ottawa? No foams or smears here!

Gentle Reader, the fates have conspired against the Prick. Where once I was supposed to touch down in Sydney in the early evening and have several hours of blogging bliss to give a full account of travels in the Yarra … Continue reading →