Friday, August 01, 2008

Fels launches Anti-Daylight Savings Party

Fallen Lib Anthony Fels says that starting an Anti-Daylight Savings Party and running under this ticket at the next election is not a diversionary tactic, just a cheap way to win votes in the rural sector.

Attempting to extract Noel Chrichton-Browne's hand out from within his sock puppet persona, Felsy claims that DLS is the most pressing issue to our rural voters. To hell with climate change, salination, drought, land degredation and a faltering economy... nup, DLS is the cruncher.

And he's already started on the propaganda trail, inserting a call to arms on the issue in this very clever cinema advertising campaign - it kicks in at about the two minute mark.

Wasn't life great in the 50s? No nasty DLS and you could buy butter soaked popcorn, braised offal and your favourite full strength ciggies from the drive-in snack bar... why do I get the feeling that some people would like to take us back there?


Anonymous said...

I can hardly see to type, my eyes are so misted by the nostalgia... Oh where are you, Wirrina drive-in of my boyhood? Under the frickin Galleria carpark is where. A travesty. Desecration of a sacred site, where many a Morley virgin (yes, Cookster, they existed once)was sacrificed on the altar of the Sandman.

Cookster said...

Can't remember the Wirrina, but do remember the Odin, Metro, Galaxy and Skyline.

I once got hit in the balls by a girl going around on one of those playground rides at the Metro.

Am I right in thinking there used to be a 'miniature village' just underneath the screen at the Metro.

Ahhhh, magical times!

Anonymous said...

Maaaate! The Wirrina was the best. As well as a full-on roundabout with horses, there was the "sit-in" bit, with room for maybe 50 teens without older mates who owned cars. I don't recall many of the movies -'Mean Machie' and 'Five Fingers of Death' ring bells- but then, I was most likely preoccupied with a local lass.
Don't those 50's ads look so cheap and wan? I was a child of the 60s and 70s, when the colours were brighter. Aaah... there go them tears again.