DARWIN IS OFF THE TOP BY GEORGE

All the creative crew and the more creative security heavies at the DRINKSTER depot have been deeply concerned about George Grainger Aldridge going loose in the Territory. Seems, however, that on this expedition he has so far confined himself to the Port of Darwin. Here are a few of the most recent phoneys:

This one is a horse, of course, dangerously close to falling off the edge of a pub ... no questions arksed ... and here is the front page of yesterday's 'paper:

... which is a big change from croc yarns although crocs love to wait whole epochs for you, in the dark by the old long drop shithouse ... note that exhaust pipe with the pong shredder

... and this is the beautiful exhaust pipe array he spotted on a Darwin tug moored at Stokes Wharf ... he promises to send me a recording of these mighty pipes being tuned ... this is best exhaust system this particular peculier petrol head had yet viewed ... like check the sleeved venturi action business on them saxaphones, Grongo! This guy's the Darwinian Hector Berlioz ...leaving George first in line to collect a whopping Percy Grainger flogging from that side of his dark mob when he gets home ... misbehaviour in the Tropics!