It was bloody hard work and bloody hot, so we drank gallons of bloody beer and bloody Bundaberg, in the good old bloody Queensland tradition. Enough, maybe, to wash away any bloody asbestos dust. Bloody Bundy with a bloody beer chaser, as we sweated and cursed and wondered why we were there.
The features of the oogonial opening and the possible existence of dwarf males point towards relationship with O. rothii N. Pringsheim ex Hirn, which, however, is gynandrosporous.
[…]they had picked up two fellows in that day’s march, one of which, he said, was as fine a man as ever he saw (meaning the tippler),
This isn’t the most important reason, of course, but with “Peak TV” in full swing these days, time is precious, and the less time a new piece of entertainment takes, the better.
