Another brain bites the snap or . . .

. . . was it just plain attention seeking by Winsor Dobbin, I leave you dear readers with the crystal-clear thinking brain, to decide.

The Twitter-induced spat between celebrity (and I use this term quite liberally) chef George Calombaris and freelance journo Winsor Dobbin made it to the broadsheets, courtesy of Dobbin.

Seriously, I am on Calombaris side.

First of all, he's cute and cuddly, and cute and cuddly people can do no wrong in my book, so there.

Okay, Calombaris does have a tendency to rock on his toes when he is in front of a camera, but I think that's kinda kinkily cute.

Secondly, who the hell Dobbin thinks he is? He might be a journo who can speak English and French and have an understanding of Dutch, German and Italian, and have an axe to grind with the Lethlean's story, so bloody what? You just don't go around making a point by spitting at a(nother) dummy.

Thirdly, why are supermarket chains made out to be bogeymen these days? Do we really have to chop down tall and big poppies in order to feel good about ourselves? Are all these dumbing down really necessary for the Australian working families? And do we really believe our local butchers get their meat from a different abattoir from the supermarket chains?

What a moron.

The colour of language

Tassie's Infrastructure Minister, Graeme Sturges has been forced to apologise for going potty-mouth on a security guard, having uttered the fateful words, ". . . . don't you know who I am? . . . I'll have your f..king job." Apparently this is not a first from Sturges who have on a separate occasion told a persistent constituent, "the best thing you can do is just f..k off."

I don't see what the fuss is all about.

Fuck, the word, is used everyday, and everywhere and in every context. In fact, when used at the right spot and right moment, it can make the right impression. Take Helen Mirren's character in State of Play, when she uttered "F..k you very much" to Russell Crowe's character as they entered the elevator. Priceless.

Another place where the language can use with a little colouring is during Parliament sessions. Have you seen how boring those ramblings in Parliament can be? All the droning can drive you to suicide. Now, throw in a few f..ks, and I will bet all sessions will be fully attended and fully participated in. After all, isn't this how real people talk in real life?

Coming back to Sturges. I have no problem whatsoever with him using the f-word; if anything, I thought he should be f..ked for his arrogance - "don't you know who I am" is a definite no-no.