Rats

image credit Sydney Morning Herald via Channel Nine

One of the first things I learnt on the job as a criminal defence lawyer was that if something smells ratty then it most probably is ratty. If a witness' account sounds odd then it usually is, always trust your gut feeling especially in cross examination.

So when I read the news story earlier in the week about the young woman who went on the news saying that she saw a shooting in Sydney's Kings Cross area (for my OS readers this is our 'red light' district) I found it strange that she shot to cyber fame almost immediately.

Then I saw her photo, a very glamorous girl. Then I saw her name. I read the story title declaring her the "bogan" who witnessed the shooting and I instantly sniffed a rat rat ratty.


Werbeloff is no bogan surname in Sydney. It's a money name. Find me a poor Werbeloff in Sydney, there isn't one. I knew right away she was no bogan and once I saw how attractive she was I knew it had to be some weird PR stunt set up to grab her some instant celebrity.

Within hours of her You Tube video going live she had representation from Sydney PR agent Adam Abrams and it has now been revealed that she has previously worked for the agency. So there you go. Another rat.

It is pretty crude when you think about it. A young man has been shot and we have this silly c-grade Sydney socialite making false statements. It is all very sad if you ask me.


Is fame really all that? I don't think I'd like to be famous at all. I know when I was a little girl I really wanted to be a famous actress, who didn't?!


Gosh I have enough problems in the mornings working out what to wear and the only person who usually sees my outfit is the Tinker who usually smears it with with some sort of gooey food item and then maybe Toula the lady at my corner store where I buy my emergency groceries.

She is the person who constantly says "he very nice boy, what his name?" I say HER name and she says "oh very nice name, good boy" so it's not like she is going to notice a fashion faux pas is it?


I'd hate to have to get ready every day knowing some paparazzo will probably snap a picture of me in my inside out leggings and dress with baby yogurt on the pocket, a few half chewed sultanas on the hem and a peg on the zipper.

**Edited to add a funny clip of local MP Anthony Albanese comparing Malcolm Turnbull to the Werbeloff girl http://media.smh.com.au/national/national-news/chkchk-boom-in-parliament-539706.html it is kinda funny.**

A 'Skinny' Wheel

In light of recent publicity about the latest PETA ads I thought I might mention a little something about sheepskin.

On a recent trip out west to the plant nursery my husband and I found ourselves at the traffic lights next to a lady with something like this going on:

Now we all know about those strange abacus bead-like car seat covers that are all the rage amongst Sydney taxi drivers, but what is the deal with sheekskin steering wheel covers?

Surely there is nothing more bogan for your car?

We spent a good ten minutes discussing why anyone would think that a ring of elasticised sheepskin could possibly finish off the look of their car interior... we couldn't figure it out.

All I could come up with for this hideously bogan accessory is that maybe they do it to stop their hands having to touch a hot steering wheel in the steaming Sydney summers? However all it takes even on a 40 degree day is to switch on the aircon for 2 minutes and then the wheel is nice and cool.

Surely adding 2 minutes of waiting time to your journey is worthwhile when the alternative is instant car accessory hell. If there was a Tim Gunn for vehicles or even a washed up Trinny and Susannah, this steering wheel item would be your immediate ticket onto the show.

For those poor mongrels with no air conditioning, stay at home lest you even consider buying such a feral thing for your poor car.