There are memories that refuse to grow old.

The 29th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death has had me thinking about the day it happened nearly 30 years ago. 

I still get emotional when I remember it.

Not the footage.

Not the flowers outside Kensington Palace.

Another room. Another set of faces. A kindness that had no business being there. It is a true memory. It has never faded. And something that I have never understood. Until now. 

And it all down to a tattooed hand, a solemn face and an unexpected gesture of kindness. 

So off we go, again, down memory lane and having a cup of tea... 

The result of the recent bi election in Secret Harbour in WA sends a powerful message.

Australia was never built on timidity. It was carved out by men and women who faced droughts, floods, and wars with grit, courage, and an unshakable belief in the fair go.

Yet today, that fair go is being strangled, and Aussies are saying " Enough. " 

Ordinary Australians are being priced out of their own homes, left to sleep in cars and tents, while politicians in Canberra open the gates to mass migration on a scale our forebears could never have imagined.

We are told to stay quiet, to swallow the line that questioning this is “racist,” while our way of life - our language, our culture, our unity - is chipped away. The same spark that lit Eureka smoulders again, and if ignored, it will roar into flame.

A Dispatch from the Pointy End

Foreword By Roderick (Whiskers ) McNibble, Senior Investigative Rodent & Occasional Correspondent

Every now and then, the Gazette receives a story which makes us stop, put down the cheese sandwich, and wonder whether the person writing it has ever heard of occupational health and safety. This is one of those stories.

It comes from a gentleman known to us simply as PP, who spent many years travelling around the far north of Queensland, working in places where the roads are questionable, the rivers contain things with teeth, and the definition of a "safe working environment" appears to have been left open to interpretation.

PP tells the story in his own words. We have not altered the account.

We have merely added this introduction because, having read what follows, the Gazette has developed a rather awkward suspicion that Mayor Dusty McFookit may have had a previous life somewhere north of Cairns.

We have absolutely no evidence for this. Dusty denies it. PP has not been asked. For the moment, therefore, we shall simply report the facts. And leave the reader to draw their own conclusions.