I'm not keen on fish with lots of bones.

Her mighty bow Clorinda often drew, / And many a sharp and deadly arrow shot; // And from her bow no steeled shaft there flew, / But that some blood the cursed engine got, // Blood of some valiant knight or man of fame, / For that proud shootress scorned weaker game.

Trudope spews all the right cliche progressy talking points, such as aboriginal consultation, then he flips the aboriginals the bird […]

There was plenty of work for Wrens in the training bases of the navy.