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Kulula, Funny in air announcements

At last an airline with a sense of humour. Pity QANTAS and Virgin Blue (We haven’y mentioned Jetstar because we think they suck) don’t follow suit. Oh, but hang on, we live in Australia where some idiot will want to sue for offending his grandmother or inciting criminal discrimination if an airline did this.

Check out the Kulula Announcements here, especially the transcript on the last video. C’mon Virgin Blue why not try some of these here. Keep us entertained.


The Carbon Tax cometh

I have not been blogging in protest of the carbon tax. This is the most ridiculous thing. Joolya, do you really wanke up everyday looking forward to getting to work, forward to setting back Australia economically and forward to losing your job at the next election if not earlier? Please pull yourself toward yourself and stop this insanity.

If you agree with the carbon tax, leave us a comment, or read our protest carbon tax post

Natal Curry Contest

An oldie but a Goodie, the Natal Curry Contest

Natal Curry Contest. This will bring a smile to your dial. For those of you who have lived in Natal, now known as Kwa Zulu Natal in South Africa, you know how typical this is. They actually have a curry cook-off about June/July. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the Royal Show in PMB. Judge 3 was an inexperienced food critic named Frank, who was visiting from America.

Frank: ‘Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a Curry Cook off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking for directions to the Beer Garden when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Natal Indians) that the curry wouldn’t be all that spicy and besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted’. Here are the scorecard notes from the event.


Judge 1 — A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge 2 — Nice smooth tomato flavour. Very mild.

Judge 3 (Frank) — Holy , what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one. These people are crazy.


Judge 1 — Smoky, with a hint of chicken. Slight chilli tang.

Judge 2 — Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

Judge 3 — Keep this out of the reach of children. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver! They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.


Judge 1 –Excellent firehouse curry. Great kick.

Judge 2 — A bit salty, good use of chili peppers.

Judge 3 — Call 911. I’ve located a uranium pill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drain Cleaner. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I’m getting pissed from all the beer.


Judge 1 — Black bean curry with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge 2 — Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a curry.

Judge 3 — I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Shareen, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 200kg woman is starting to look HOT. . . just like this nuclear waste I’m eating! Is chilli anaphrodisiac?


Judge 1 — Meaty, strong curry. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge 2 — Average beef curry, could use more tomato. Must admit the chilli peppers make a strong statement.

Judge 3 — My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage. Sharpen saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I’m burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.


Judge 1 — Thin yet bold vegetarian variety curry. Good balance of spices and peppers.

Judge 2 — The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.

Judge 3 — My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulphuric flames. I am definitely going to kill myself if I fart and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sharpen. Can’t feel my lips anymore I need to wipe my arse with a snow cone ice-cream.


Judge 1 — A mediocre curry with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge 2 — Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chilli peppers at the last moment. (I should take note at this stage that I am worried about Judge 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably).

Judge 3 — You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’ve lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with curry which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least, during the autopsy, they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing – it’s too painful. Screw it; I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.


Judge 1 — The perfect ending. This is a nice blend curry. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge 2 — This final entry is a good, balanced curry. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge 3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the curry pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor man, wonder how he’d have reacted to really hot curry?

Judge 3 – no report