I pronounce it Blu Esky, so maybe "chilling"?

The quarter-acre block.

I yearn for the days of rods, poles and perches. As, presumably, does the bloke in your picture.

This probably made Dutton a little cross.

Cathy, I was enjoying breakfast...

Dad jokes are father up.

Would that be in Great Bend or Dodge City?

That must have been so much fun to draw!

I used to comment that Currarong had the three Fs: fibro, flannelette and fishing.

Yes, that's many of us.

An interesting podcast. I think the educated left have often had a romanticised view of the working class that falls apart when that working class doesn't behave according to script.

Was it because your editor knew that careening didn't mean careering?