Well, I'm sick. But not so sick that I can't be further sicked by the bullshit bad habits bastardising our language. I mean, fair dinkum!
GUT FECKED! Don't get me started on "gutted".
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Where the hell did you find such a travesty? I think we should picket the place.
Posted by: TimT | 28 June 2006 at 13:52
High Street, East Kew. It's a good cake shop, BUT!
Posted by: Tony.T | 28 June 2006 at 13:56
A travesty ... who ever heard of ANZAC muffins before, anyway?
Posted by: Mr Z | 28 June 2006 at 15:21
Tone, dunno if you ever made it out to New Nausea when you were here, but that's a monastery out there producing a quite nice fruit loaf which, ounce-for-ounce, is slightly cheaper than Sterling silver. Linked photo is actual size.
I don't know if there's an actual convent associated with those "Anzac Cookies", but the price looks a little low for that to be the case.
Posted by: carneagles | 28 June 2006 at 19:31
They look like the useby date could be sometime in 1915.
Posted by: Wicking | 28 June 2006 at 19:44
made me think of cookie from a country practice.
Posted by: girtbysea | 29 June 2006 at 00:03
Something to chew on along the Kokoda Trail?
Posted by: boynton | 29 June 2006 at 10:22
Indeed. A rancid distortion that just doesn't track.
Posted by: Tony.T | 29 June 2006 at 11:44
Watching the Australia v Italy game combined with many stubbies, pizza, nuts and bombay mix resulted in an emergency on the par 3 3rd hole of Malvern V alley Golf Course last Tuesday. As I felt the bears nose emerge I made a run for it toward the mens at the club house. I didn't make it and took the crouch position in the semi-rough of the par five first. The reult...Anzac Day muffins.
Posted by: Sam | 04 July 2006 at 02:04
It's probably a typo. I think they meant say ANZUS Cookies.
Posted by: Nabakov | 06 July 2006 at 22:29