all-sorts

first there is kerry nettle in a t-shirt that is seriously making me re-consider the "it's all about my vagina" t that sublime and i are going to bring to the streets of melbourne.

i don't have a picture of kerry in said t-shirt but here she is











and the text reads:

"Mr Abbott, Get your rosaries
off my ovaries"


then there is dear amanda





















who stumbled twice over the pronunciation of "independent" this morning on 774 in an interview with john faine, and then when he jested whether there would be a new regime of glasnost and perestroika within her department, she managed to get glasnost out but couldn't say perestroika.

it went something like this:

"per- per- peretrnanana... i'm tongue-tied this morning i can't say it"

i am serious. if anyone else heard this, please confirm.

and finally we have that icon of everything, and now real-estate, ms hanson. or would she be miss? or mrs? i'd like to know. seriously.

she has morphed from this




stately and elegant politician

to this


 

self-deprecating and elegant danseuse



to this


















professional and elegant real estate agent.
she's working with her son. sweet.


in between there were other stages and looks










ah yes, miss pantsdown. remember her?

classic moments