tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948346.post111548669821126992..comments2023-10-25T01:51:14.612+11:00Comments on Hobart Restaurant Bitch: Media Ball 2005Georgie Westonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556287873808398145noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948346.post-1115726479603523872005-05-10T22:01:00.000+10:002005-05-10T22:01:00.000+10:00The chancellor should have ordered pizza from La B...The chancellor should have ordered pizza from La Bella, I believe the inmates loved it! <BR/>BarryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948346.post-1115517458778360842005-05-08T11:57:00.000+10:002005-05-08T11:57:00.000+10:00P.S Question...Why dont ants have balls?Answer.......P.S <BR/>Question...Why dont ants have balls?<BR/>Answer.....Because they cant danceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948346.post-1115517352974909142005-05-08T11:55:00.000+10:002005-05-08T11:55:00.000+10:00I too was at the ball. The food was secondary to t...I too was at the ball. The food was secondary to the massive lot of entertainment served up on stage and on the dancefloor. Gosh, those journos can jive!<BR/>The pink stuff next to the oysters, my dear amonymous friend, is commonly known as 'five island dressing'. The plate of sliced tomatoes at the beginning of the Buffet table was my personal favourite.....Each tomato perfectly machined sliced and placed on the plate waiting for the salad sandwich, but heck no there were no salad sandwiches, this wasnt a girl guides conference, this was a Ball....someone forgot to tell the chef.<BR/>Apart from the food, the speech by Justice Pierre the highlight of my evening, I left with a glimmer of hope for the rebirth,the resurgence of quality journalism in Tasmania.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948346.post-1115516300758168912005-05-08T11:38:00.000+10:002005-05-08T11:38:00.000+10:00What about the coleslaw??? I am tormented by the m...What about the coleslaw??? I am tormented by the memory of that huge vat of coleslaw. And then there was that bowel of pink shit next to the oysters. WHAT WAS THAT? When I got home I rang Life Line but they wouldn't believe me. I can just see it now being squeezed out of that huge plastic bag and splat into the bowl it goes. "serve it up, they will love it!!!"<BR/>Greg oh Greg. You were right.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com