Confessions of a Misguided Trio

PHJH Turns 67

So normally I wouldn't bother mentioning that the Australian Prime Minister turn 67 today. But given some of the responses to my previous post, I believe "thanks for stating the obvious" I thought I'd aim for something a bit different today.

So this AM Prime-Minister Howard embarked upon one of his usual epic morning walk/jogs, this one I am told lasting a intense 40 minutes. I say intense because the little big guy is in Melbourne this morning and let's face it, any person intent on walking in 10 degree (Celsius) weather must be intense.

Nothing really fascinating about his walk, he was embraced by a number of young people who seemed to think he was doing a good job (courtesy of the local young Liberals chapter no doubt). Perhaps the highlight for both Mr Howard and avid readers of News.com.au was this...

Southbank resident Curtis Sinatra was walking her labradoodle dog, named Noodle, when she happened on the the press pack waiting for the PM outside his hotel.

“Good morning, Prime Minister, happy birthday,” she said as he emerged.

“Thank-you,” Mr Howard replied after she kissed his cheek.

After a brief chat, he said “very good, lovely to see you” before setting off.

So let me highlight the important part of this tale (no pun intended). A woman, in Melbourne, has a labradoodle (a cross between a labradoor and a poodle) and the most creative name she could come up with was Noodle! I've heard bad names for animals before, some would argue that I have named my pets the worst names, Arthur, Rodney and Alfred I apologise. BUT, a labradoodle named Noodle just offends me... I don't know why....

posted by Mark @ 4:38 PM