


Tick tock.
Last week my richly comedic co-hosts and I played an incredibly hilarious April Fools' Day prank on the nation when we STARTED WORK AN HOUR LATER THAN USUAL and then PRETENDED THE TIME WAS SIXTY MINUTES EARLIER THAN IT WAS and lo, the youth of Australia did lol/get fired.
Basically it was just an excuse for us to lie in for an hour or so, cleverly disguised as winsome tomfoolery, and was treated with suitable disdain and no small amount of disinterest except by those few who seem to get their knickers in a twist about all things time-related and for some ungodly reason trust the wisdom of a team of inane breakfast radio hosts over THEIR OWN CLOCKS.
I don't know anyone who really gets agitated about time. At least, I didn't until I found this letter in today's paper:
'I love clocks, in fact I have 17 of them. But what a bore, having to get up at 2am to put them all back an hour. I mean, couldn't they let us put them back at 10pm as we go to bed.
- Doug Jacques,
Nambucca Heads.'
a) Seventeen clocks? SEVENTEEN? Who needs to know the time this urgently outside of Marty McFly?
b) Do you like very much the fact that Doug dragged himself out of bed in the middle of the night to shuffle around his house re-setting each one of the seventeen tick-tocks? I do. If he didn't mumble furiously to himself throughout and sweatily fidget unbuttoning and rebuttoning his pyjama pants then I will be severely disappointed.
c) I don't know whether it's the fault of the newspaper or Doug, but my favouritest thing about this letter is the lack of question mark at its end. It serves to reaffirm the overriding sense of pedantry, surrealism and downright derangement pervading its very core. And for this I am happy.
d) If this is a joke letter I would prefer to remain ignorant.
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Ah, Fits...it's (d). But don't worry, we'll be spending plenty of time watching this space for more clock related humour.
I have some watches I just never bothered to change last time, and Yay! They're the right time again!
Why can't we all adopt this method?
Sheesh. I don't know why it should be up to me to solve all these idiots' problems.
I hope that Doug's letter is not a joke - cause there are going to be oh-so-many fools out there nodding in agreement who wouldn't get it.
a. old duffer (aww cute, nana posted it for him)
b. pisstaker
Dumbass's don't write to newspapers... wait... unless... they're... tories! Hmmm...
c. a tory?
Data, do you by any chance keep those 20 watches in a special automatic watch winder box with glass doors?
Although unlike Doug, I didn't actually know how to change the car clock and as a 17yo teenager, it wasn't one of my main priorities.
I also agree with Marmalade. The world needs more online c(l)ock related humour.
Plus who said that 17 clocks was a lot? What do you think the people that COLLECT clocks do when it's time to change the time? It probably takes them about 6 months to do them all, after which daylight savings starts again and he has to set them forward an hour....
I'm sure there's an aussie who has more than 1000 clocks ... just watch ABC's Collectors program - I'm pretty sure they had featured someone who collected clocks ;-) And miff (who posted, above) anybody who collects doesn't consider them inane objects .... ;-) ;-)
My body clock woke me Sunday morning, I was glad to not hear the worshippers across the road singing.They sang later. I live opposite a church and am woken every Sunday morning by the songs of Jebus
It's a crap word lately invented by people who want to sound smarter than they are.
Comics have comic skills, not comedic.
The word never existed anywhere until this century anyway, and we can do well without it.
We all need to play our part to stop global warming. Getting rid of excess clocks is the least we can do.
My favouritist bit is this : "... couldn't THEY let us put them back ..."
monsieur jacques couldn't put his clocks back at 10pm, because THEY wouldn't let him.
i can see him muttering to himself on the night;
"i'll just put a few back before i turn in"
"no i won't, it wouldn't be right. THEY won't let me."
(glances at clock, snarling; shoulders held back awkwardly ... stumbles and staggers bedward)
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'Good DAY! sir'.
d) If this is a joke letter I would prefer to remain ignorant. The pure joy of choice...You might end up on Media Watch when this letter reappears in 12 months time in some obscure Darwin newspaper...
C'mon, you can be more inventive than that. How about:
"We were making up for those exhausting 60 minutes of Earth Hour."
It would be a shame if it was a prank, but there should be more out there. I for one, love writing into the greenguide (which I only read because of a certain hilarious and ingenious thirty-one year old pig tailed columnist) because the letters in there are just so hilariously pompous and petty. I've written in a couple now to stir people up that got published, including one a year or so ago sayign that it was good that "The Sopranos" was moved to a more appropriate timeslot, being 1am, and another congratulating the abc on making the watermark bigger, preventing confusion for the visually impaired.
This is my first comment, by the way, and I'd just like to say that you are one of my heroes. Which is odd, for a teenage kid, but it's better than being of the delaney-worthington variety.
As if you had a choice.
this person has obsessive compulsive disorder.
why do you feel so threatened by someone's peculiarities? they may be different to yours, as they are to my slovenly approach to life (my clocks stay at the wrong time for years), but i find them quite endearing. even if it is a joke, there are people of this ilk out there, bless them and their contribution to the tapestry.
Next week, Jesus in India.
If so I salute you! brave indeed.
Um and why does the Govt. need to provide a pop radio network ? Has the market failed ? Don't these people get itunes or sumfink ?
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