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Showing posts with label The Telegram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Telegram. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2015
30 Days - Day 29
I could do my head some serious injury as I read the daily newspaper and bang it off the nearest hard surface.
Yeah, I renewed my subscription about 3 months ago. Call me a sentimental old fool, but there's something about the 7.30 a.m. delivery to my wee red box on the pillar in the driveway, the breakfast, the paper propped up before me. I know The Telegram, our Newfoundland daily newspaper, is on its last legs. It's shrunk to the size of a postage stamp and could be read from slender cover to back page car ads in 10 minutes flat.
But!
Where would you ever get to chuckle over the ad up above? I would want a washer not telling but actually doing: like offloading the wash into the dryer automatically, then the dryer decanting and folding the contents when dry and putting the laundry away in drawers? Now they'd be talking alright.
And then, a shudder of horror as I read about Labrador City who are rebating the 11 cent tax on each cigarette to bring more trade to local businesses. Yes, you read that right.
Imagine, if you will, the sheer madness of a government encouraging people to die more cheaply.
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Friday, September 28, 2007
Darwin Award Candidate?

Sometimes, like yesterday, the local newspaper yields a nugget.
A 46 year old man in St. John's was up on charges for exposing himself in public. He had a previous conviction in 1991 for the same thing.
He chased two women (separately) on the same morning in a distinctive green van and exposed himself. They individually called 911 and he was easily spotted in his van by police and immediately arrested.
Now get this. His day in court arrives and I hereby quote from the newspaper, The Telegram:
McCormack, wearing a T-shirt bearing the Vienna Sausages logo with the words "King of Sausages," appeared nervous and wiped his hands with a tissue as he testified at his sentencing hearing in front of Judge Gloria Harding on Wednesday.
P.S. The women were unharmed, when accosted one even went so far as to tell him: "Put that thing away!"
P.P.S. He got sixty days.
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