Byron to Readers: ‘Talk It Up, Mates!’

G’day! Or whatever time it is in America. And look at this! Another beautiful bicycle for the winner of our current comment contest–only there haven’t been that many comments lately. I keep telling Lee there’d be tons of comments if he’d offer a bike as the prize for posting Comment No. 47,000, but I can’t get him to see reason. He says he wants me to run these contests for him, and then he won’t let me give the winner a bicycle. As we quokkas like to say, Go figure.

Meanwhile, I look like a right dicky-doo-dah with so few comments coming in. Any platypus could do as well. They make fun of you, y’know, those platypuses. As if anybody with a duck’s bill could afford to make fun of anyone!

Well, I’ve got to go and see if I can bag a can of Foster’s for this evening’s family dinner. I’m not old enough for beer yet, but the can makes a really nice centerpiece on our table.