January 13, 2004


Phillip Adams, millionaire friend of the working class, details a grave threat to his pseud-infested farming village:

The landscape that was attracting writers, painters and potters, bringing new life to a community that had been in retreat, was under attack.

The nature of this attack? A planned coal mine. Which likely would bring more life to "a community in retreat" than thousands of clay-fondling watercolour diarists. The Bunyip has more.

Posted by Tim Blair at January 13, 2004 12:38 PM

He meant potheads?

Posted by: Phillip Addled at January 13, 2004 at 01:52 PM

Duuuuuuuude, it's like, uh, you know, they're like ruining my view and stuff, bringin' me down, man. Like, wh' am I supposedta paint now, ya know? Oh man, now I lost my bong...

Posted by: Jerry at January 13, 2004 at 02:15 PM

The coal miners need some help from the Satmars of Williamsburg.

Posted by: Yehudit at January 13, 2004 at 03:05 PM

So why can't they just paint the bloody coal mine.
Man this lateral thinking thing is a curse

Posted by: Johnny Wishbone at January 13, 2004 at 04:18 PM

Guys - Guys !
Settle down - think of the future: Phat Phil is likely gonna cark it soon. He's overweight, likes the grog, gets stressed out about EVERYTHING (even his nice neighbors) - the man is a walking timebomb.

And then who you gonna pick on ? Margot just won't be able to take the load.

Enjoy the Hagfish while you can ...

Posted by: Robert Blair at January 13, 2004 at 04:20 PM

Heaven forfend! Jobs for those pleasant peasants!?! They's just supposed to starve to death and look charming, dammit!

They don't need to work - that's what the taxpayer is for, silly.

Posted by: Joe at January 13, 2004 at 11:30 PM

Mr. Adams' article was satirized over 30 years ago.
Tungsten Carbide Drills

Posted by: Simon Oliver Lockwood at January 13, 2004 at 11:55 PM

It seems the Hagfish fancies himself as a feudal baron of sorts:

A crypto vassal lord ensconced in his castle, master of all he surveys supported by his vassal knights( artistes),who together look down on the local peasants trying to eke a lving out of that evil bitch, Mudder Nature.Yup, every fuedal lord likes an army of serfs and peasants rather than see them prosper.Just like those of ATO,DSS,`Health', `Education' and so forth. Fuckers.

Posted by: d at January 14, 2004 at 09:04 AM

A turgid, overwrought piece of prose which is devoid of meaning or intent other than as an adertisement for his "partner's" (God, I loathe that word) book, sales of which are obviously dying in the bum.

Posted by: BruceT at January 14, 2004 at 11:19 AM

his "partner's" (God, I loathe that word)

Me, too! Sometimes I feel like asking "Do you mean business partner or bonking partner?"

Posted by: Peggy Sue at January 14, 2004 at 08:23 PM