Eat your friends.

I grew up in Indonesia, where cannibalism was outlawed in 1973.
But that's not what I'm talkin bout.

This post goes out to my main homepiece, Skippy the Bush Kangaroo.

Skippy was a star.

The product of Fauna Studios' John McCallum, he picked up both a Logie and a Penguin award, as well as also receiving an award by the Cobb and Co Company for helping to promote the Australian Entertainment Industry. Not bad for a stupid hairy marsupial.

The series was screened in over eighty countries and its theme tune is one of the best known and most recognisable Australian tunes.
More recognisable even, than 'Are you gonna be my girl' by Jet, and 'Get Free' by The Vines combined. Oh, and 'There's a Beat for You' by Pseudo Echo.

At the time of first screening all Australian televisions were still black and white (colour TV broadcasting did not begin until 1975). The show was so madd futuristic it was filmed in colour on 16mm film, making it both more re-screenable in the years since it was made, and...well....colourful.

Skippy used to bound through the Waratah National Park in Sydney with his adoring owner, Sonny Hammond, who obviously had a thing for aminals.

It's a little known fact that Skippy could fly a helicopter.
Not that he needed to. His mother was an arborial kangaroo from Tasmania, his father a big red from the Simpson Desert. This unique heritage (Eastern Grey Kangaroo) meant that he could also fly, as well as having laser beam eyes.

Skippy at Play with Sonny.




Who you callin' nigga, WHITEY???!




Another little known fact is that in 1970, vandals tried to kill the real Skippy at Waratah Park but failed (laser beam eyes, remember). If you don't believe me, just call the Park, on: +612 9450 3277. You'll see.

The original Skippy eventually died from a severe case of the clap he caught off Sonny, who caught it off Joan Collins on the set of Dynasty in 1987. But his memory will always live on in the 15,000 metre tall Skippy memorial memorial, situated at the Skippy Memorial Memorial National Park, in Laibach, Slovenia.

Skippy in happier times, flying his favourite helicopter 'JoJo'.




What I wanted to say was, my housemate Adrian offered me some Thai green curry with minced kangaroo meat this evening, and I turned him down.
My entire body is incredibly adventurous, with the stark exception of my stomach.
Would you eat poo for a million dollars? You would, wouldn't you, you grubby little piglet! I wouldn't. Not even for 2 million, or the life of Hugh Hefner.
I would, however, pay 2 million dollars to see someone force-feed Robbie Williams my poo.
That would be just ace.

"No thanks, I don't eat my national treasures" I said bitchily, pouring the baked beans and cheese over my toast. I guess i told him, huh?!

As Sebastian Bach from Skid Row once sang: "I remember you".
Skippy, you my dawg, even though you be all like a rat yo.

The 15,000 metre tall Skippy Memorial Memorial (note awesome marsupial gonads).







This is knifey, from 'the internet'.