Small town drama

I read the entire article, and the thing that really struck me is the difference in the style news articles are done. In comparison to the news in the USA, it read almost like a story. It actually captured me and entertained me, despite the sad circumstances.

As far as an erotic story, my impression is they all need a bit more sex and to just lighten up! Maybe some LSD in water? Good news is; I can cross one more spot off the map of places I might want to move to. :eek:
 
Seen any of the 'Brokenwood' mysteries ?

New series just started - keep an eye out for it.

Very very good writing, the interplay between the coppers is what makes it for me - the investigations are just an excuse for their banter.

You being a pom might not get the Aussie/Kiwi in-joke of Mike's old Kingswood - the basic family car workhorse all through the seventies with few redeeming features other than they never broke down.

Kristin takes the piss magnificently (and looks damn fine in her tight jeans!).
 
There's something very Australian about 60+ year old men who live in rural communities and have bizarre feuds with their neighbours. It always involves a pub, always.

Erotica and murder is a hard combo. I've tried and failed (the story was taken down from lit before the end, but a number of people asked me for the document). The feedback was always 'the ending doesn't sit well against an erotic story.

Perhaps it would work if one of Paddy's relatives came to town/Australia (he was an immigrant, so a new world of possibilities is opened up) to investigate and got caught up in the drama while finding love/hot sex?
 
Good pub, good pies, cheap housing, interesting neighbors. What's not to like? :D

You must have missed the part about the pet crocodile eating the peacocks...I'm trained to try to foresee (and plan for) all possibilities: So what happens when they run out of pet peacocks...yep, you were only concentrating on the good stuff... that's very risky behavior :rolleyes: (And that doesn't even touch on the issue of alien activity in the area!)
 
You must have missed the part about the pet crocodile eating the peacocks...I'm trained to try to foresee (and plan for) all possibilities: So what happens when they run out of pet peacocks...yep, you were only concentrating on the good stuff... that's very risky behavior :rolleyes: (And that doesn't even touch on the issue of alien activity in the area!)

Crocodiles? I immediately think shoes, handbags, perhaps a lovely crocodile skin jacket.

I actually ate crocodile tails in Zimbabwe back when I was young and adventurous and my Dad paid for my air tickets. Now I have to pay for my own. Sob, :eek: - they were delicious. My Dad bought a crocodile skin briefcase made out of a whole baby croc, where the head was the latch and the paws were the straps on either side. I horrified my friends with it. Nope, I'm afraid that pet croc would go the way of all croc's if it met me. :D

Here crocy crocy crocy ... here boy .... BANG .... oh, nice shoes....
 
Crocodiles? I immediately think shoes, handbags, perhaps a lovely crocodile skin jacket.

Here crocy crocy crocy ... here boy .... BANG .... oh, nice shoes....

Many, many years ago, a girlfriend bought me a very expensive watch with a crocodile skin watchband. 'It's OK,' she said. 'It's farmed crocodile. They don't count.' :)
 
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Crocodiles? I immediately think shoes, handbags, perhaps a lovely crocodile skin jacket.

I actually ate crocodile tails in Zimbabwe back when I was young and adventurous and my Dad paid for my air tickets. Now I have to pay for my own. Sob, :eek: - they were delicious. My Dad bought a crocodile skin briefcase made out of a whole baby croc, where the head was the latch and the paws were the straps on either side. I horrified my friends with it. Nope, I'm afraid that pet croc would go the way of all croc's if it met me. :D

Here crocy crocy crocy ... here boy .... BANG .... oh, nice shoes....

My bad, I forgot you fly an Apache... So okay, maybe the place could be cleaned up a bit and...hey, what did you think about the LSD idea in the water? (we would want to do that after you get the new shoes, handbag and jacket, of course...I'm sure that crocs, guns and LSD is not a good idea (part of my training kicking in there :rolleyes:)
 
Many, many years ago, a girlfriend bought me a very expensive watch with a crocodile skin watchband. 'It's OK,' she said. 'It's farmed crocodile. They don't count.' :)

Well, she may have said that...but: I bet farmed crocodiles don't eat the pet peacocks...so there is that to consider, I think :(
 
I think the dog did him in. The hiker bought chicken for the dog but they found the chicken in the microwave. Old Paddy was having the chicken for supper and the dog lost it, killed him, and dragged his body off to feed it to some of his friends. Then the dog left town for better parts.
 
I think the dog did him in. The hiker bought chicken for the dog but they found the chicken in the microwave. Old Paddy was having the chicken for supper and the dog lost it, killed him, and dragged his body off to feed it to some of his friends. Then the dog left town for better parts.

Tx, my man...I think you've stumbled upon something here. Perhaps you should contact the police down there? And some in town kept saying that the dog is the key...but he had only owned him a few days or so....hmmmm.

Now, I'm wondering if the pet crocodile maybe ate the dog after the dog at the guy? Whatever, next time I see Chloe I'm gonn'a have to call it off about considering the place as a suitable place to move...even if she is an trained Apache pilot, something is fishy down there :eek:
 
Crocodiles? I immediately think shoes, handbags, perhaps a lovely crocodile skin jacket.

I actually ate crocodile tails in Zimbabwe back when I was young and adventurous and my Dad paid for my air tickets. Now I have to pay for my own. Sob, :eek: - they were delicious. My Dad bought a crocodile skin briefcase made out of a whole baby croc, where the head was the latch and the paws were the straps on either side. I horrified my friends with it. Nope, I'm afraid that pet croc would go the way of all croc's if it met me. :D

My local market sells crocodile meat. I've cooked it; nice enough, and probably better if done by somebody who knows how to do it, but I prefer roo :)
 
Tx, my man...I think you've stumbled upon something here. Perhaps you should contact the police down there? And some in town kept saying that the dog is the key...but he had only owned him a few days or so....hmmmm.

Now, I'm wondering if the pet crocodile maybe ate the dog after the dog at the guy? Whatever, next time I see Chloe I'm gonn'a have to call it off about considering the place as a suitable place to move...even if she is an trained Apache pilot, something is fishy down there :eek:

Plenty of room to land an Apache and those Hellfire's will take out that croc, no probs, mate. Take out the entire billabong of needed. :D

Caption: Chloe hunting crocodiles in the Northern Territories......

https://www.warshipsifr.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2011/06/WIFR-Web-Specials_Current-Issue-Pics_2011_07_libya%20explodes%201-400x179.jpg

Shoot! Where did the croc go? It was there a moment ago and I'm sure I hit it.....

http://www.army-technology.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/3/2017/09/cobra3.jpg

My local market sells crocodile meat. I've cooked it; nice enough, and probably better if done by somebody who knows how to do it, but I prefer roo :)

This looks like somebody whose barbecued roo a time or two. Looks about as fresh as it gets to, altho to be honest I prefer my meat to come without the reminder that poor Skippy was bouncing around having fun not to long ago ....

https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/the-result-of-days-hunting-6-kangaroos-cooked-on-the-spot-and-taken-picture-id542638874?s=594x594

According to the article, this is the traditional aborigine method for cooking kangaroo. I had no idea corrugated iron was a traditional aborigine artifact but here you are.

https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3298/3300581701_fc87771af7_z.jpg?zz=1

Rather more like this in fact. Red wine, juniper and orange kangaroo pot roast .... much more my style and nothing to remind me of Skippy.

http://prod.static9.net.au/_/media/Images/Kitchen/2014/01/30/08/01/Kangaroo-Pot-Roast-CMYK-coa.jpg
 
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Chloe, if you're going hunting with a Hellfire missile, you'd better make sure you kill a great many of crocs, 'cos those missiles ain't cheap (£50k+).
But I'll have a jacket like Mick Dundee's any time. . .
 
Dozens of people have gone missing on that stretch of road over the years?

They’re all in on it, it’s Murder on the Lonely Stretch of Down Under Lost Highway.
 
Dozens of people have gone missing on that stretch of road over the years?

They’re all in on it, it’s Murder on the Lonely Stretch of Down Under Lost Highway.

You do know there is a title length limit on Lit, right?
 
You do know there is a title length limit on Lit, right?

"Murder on the Lost Highway."

Feral Australians going insane in the isolated, lonely stretch of the far north know as the Lost Highway, brains baked under the blazing desert sun, preying on isolated travelers who face manifold hazards transiting this perilous region. Feral Aussies, wild dogs, marauding packs of killer crocodiles, vicious kangaroos, swarms of wild peacocks ready to peck the living flesh from a travelers bones, lethal insects, snakes whose venom will kill you dead before you finish that first scream. Their danger only exceeded by the feral human hunters lurking unseen in the wastelands of the north. Who dares visit this region of fear..... A terrifying tale of lust, desire and murder in the far north of Australia .....

Was that what you meant?
 
"Murder on the Lost Highway."

Feral Australians going insane in the isolated, lonely stretch of the far north know as the Lost Highway, brains baked under the blazing desert sun, preying on isolated travelers who face manifold hazards transiting this perilous region. Feral Aussies, wild dogs, marauding packs of killer crocodiles, vicious kangaroos, swarms of wild peacocks ready to peck the living flesh from a travelers bones, lethal insects, snakes whose venom will kill you dead before you finish that first scream. Their danger only exceeded by the feral human hunters lurking unseen in the wastelands of the north. Who dares visit this region of fear..... A terrifying tale of lust, desire and murder in the far north of Australia .....

Was that what you meant?

I'm not sure the tourist board will approve of someone calling their residents feral. Wild and crazy but that's already taken by those two guys in Canada. From some of those pictures, the place looks like a needs a good troop of Mustache Riders. :D That would cure everything including the meat pie feud.
 
"Murder on the Lost Highway."

Feral Australians going insane in the isolated, lonely stretch of the far north know as the Lost Highway, brains baked under the blazing desert sun, preying on isolated travelers who face manifold hazards transiting this perilous region. Feral Aussies, wild dogs, marauding packs of killer crocodiles, vicious kangaroos, swarms of wild peacocks ready to peck the living flesh from a travelers bones, lethal insects, snakes whose venom will kill you dead before you finish that first scream. Their danger only exceeded by the feral human hunters lurking unseen in the wastelands of the north. Who dares visit this region of fear..... A terrifying tale of lust, desire and murder in the far north of Australia .....

Was that what you meant?

You forgot to mention the "hitch-hiker"...I don't like the sound of that fellow either. Gave a fresh chicken to the old guy for his dog? And it's still in the kitchen untouched? Yeah, right! Take 'em all out Chloe! There's no sort'n this mess out...
 
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