Last week I told you of my experience of a silver Mercedes at the Maroochy roundabout.

This week I’m going to tell you about me travelling southbound on the Sunshine Coast Motorway and up onto the new Maroochy Bridge and having a local cab driver who was travelling north, complete with fare-paying passenger, execute a u-turn on the bridge in front of me.

For the sake of the extra five minutes it would have taken him to drive on and turn at the Pacific Paradise roundabout, he certainly pushed the boundary.

It probably took him an extra 10 minutes to dry clean his passengers undershorts anyway.

National Toad Day

There was a report this week of a suggestion that we celebrate a national day of the cane toad eradication. Complete with a proposal that there be a 40 cent bounty on them.

I did declare a “Toad Tuesday” when I worked at B105 and the winner had collected literally thousands of the ugly brown buggers at the Virginia Golf Club.

I think he ambushed them at their Christmas party.

My point is that if the bounty was 40 cents per toad, I could leave radio and become a professional toad warrior.

All I would need would be a fluoro light to mesmerise them, a net and a big fridge to send them on their way.

Let me see, a thousand toads a day multiplied by 40 cents gives me $400. Multiply that by 365, gives me … $146,000 a year!

Not a bad earn!

Anti-social behaviour

The latest saga with Nick D’Arcy and alcohol-related, anti-social behaviour is nothing new.

I noted with interest that he had reportedly already been in a stoush a year ago at – where else? –the infamous Mooloolaba Esplanade.

Who would have thought that we as parents would ever have had to have a ticketing system, supply security guards and inform the local police before we could have our 16-year-old’s birthday party in our own home.

Jackson’s 11th birthday

When you’re a child, you have that chemical within you that over-rides things like fear, embarrassment and the like.

If you don’t know someone and you want to join in someone else’s fun, you just go and watch and within seconds you’re part of the game.

It’s not like that when you’re an adult. Our chemical has somehow drained away and we worry and fret about things.

Jackson still has his chemical. I know this because it didn’t worry him in the least when he handed his second-best friend Nathan, who hadn’t been invited, a birthday invitation that had his first best friend Kurt’s name on it. I might add, it didn’t worry Nathan either.

“Well,” said Jackson, “Kurt couldn’t come at the last minute and so I just gave it to Nathan!”

When an embarrassed Mum called to see if Nathan was actually invited, I simply fessed up: “No, he wasn’t but according to Jackson he now is.”

Please God I want my chemical back.

It’s the old ways that work

Of all the presents that young Jacko got for his birthday – PlayStation games, clothes and a bike – it was the $5 “Old School” skateboard that his overly frugal grandad got from St Vinnies and painted up that my boy cherished the most.

Our PM overseas

I’ll never forget Dame Edna Everage’s assessment of Kevin Rudd on the election trail.

She said: “Do we really want a Prime Minister named Kevin, possums?”

And after seeing him on his overseas trip I sort of agree.

Our Kevin has met with George Bush, John McCain, Hilary Clinton and whatever his first name is Obama.

After seeing Prime Minister Rudd on the international news services with the potential leaders of the free world, I couldn’t help but think how much like Cartman from South Park he looked.

Unfortunately for Kevin, when he shared the stage with George Bush he looked for all the world like he was responding on behalf of all the Certified Practicing Accountants of Australia.