A WOMAN with a medical condition that gives her 300 orgasms a day has found a man of her dreams after she wore out a string of boyfriends. - she sounds like a posterchild for viagra - you would need it to just to keep up with someone like her once. That article is amazing - goes to show there are some strange and interesting types in the world, and good luck to her on finally finding a man that can satisfy her.

Perhaps a robot or wabbit may have been the only other options had she not found this new guy. (You would expect to read something like that about hookers or scrags who charge per hour, not a seemingly ordinary everyday person.)

I think the searing heatwave has affected us all - now Tasmania is feeling the brunt of it with the fires. Let's hope it doesn't reach the same magnitude as Black Saturday in Victoria did in late January/early February this year eh. We shall see.

And my argument re: Ford vs. Holden has always been " Holdens Rule, Fords Drool". Their new 'wagon' looks like shit anyway. Long gone are the days of the EA and EB wagons of the early 90's which were at least a better series model wagon/sedan for Ford. The only 'good Ford' in my opinion has been the 1976/77 XB Cobra. (I think that's when they were popular)

I can't speculate on Coco, unfortunately. Never spoken to her or passed any time with her.

What wins on Sunday sells on Monday. It's usually a winning formula for Holden and Ford. Holden does make a great wagon - always has. Shame that the long wheelbase version is not made anymore though. The VZ wagon had the largest payload of any wagon ever made in this country, long live the VE but the VZ had the space.

It looks like iServ has identified another two fools. I haven't seen either Senator or Coco on an IRC server as I don't use them but on iServ they haven't proved to be anything but the menaces that Lord Watchdog claims them to be. You have to wonder what motivates some people.

Getting back to the Rann incident:

in theage.com.au site there's a story on Mr. Rann and his 'alleged affair' with the woman. Here's some of the article:

''The Rann Barmaid Affair'', as it's now bustily known in South Australia, is an object lesson in the bizarre way things can have of snaking their way into the public arena.

According to his accuser, Michelle Chantelois, the Premier of South Australia – then a single man – had an affair with her several years ago, and she was completely up for it.

This allegation, by the way, the Premier has now completely refuted, suggesting there will be legal action.

The article then goes on to say:

The woman's husband, understandably, would have been less sanguine about the arrangement she alleged, and the marriage has subsequently broken down.

The husband, according to reports, has spent the subsequent years, on and off, seeking a man-to-man audience with the Premier and approaching Adelaide journalists with copies of his ex-wife's phone records in a bid to have someone write the story of a premier's concupiscence.

No one wrote the story. Why not?

Because a single man – even a politician - having the odd romp with a willing participant is fairly unremarkable.

Because it's not an abuse of office to get your rocket polished every now and again.

It's devilishly hard to prove that two people have been, to use the woman's icky formulation, ''intimate''.

And even if you could, who cares? It's nobody's business, really.

The event that changed all of this is the decision by the woman's husband, six weeks or so ago, to approach the Premier at a function at Adelaide's National Wine Centre and strike him across the face with a rolled-up copy of Winestate magazine.

First questioned about the attack, the Premier replied – truthfully, if a little disingenuously - that he had never met the man before.

Going further down the page, the article reads:

And how must Rann himself feel about the allegations?

The criminal act of another person has laundered this previously unusable yarn into a page-one horror story for him, his Government, and the state he has led successfully for seven years.

True, his initial Clintonesque non-denial denials have not served the Premier very well. He was much more defiant in his mid afternoon press conference.

But the news hook of the assault has served to dredge all manner of detail to the surface, and imagine how any of us would feel to have foolish incidents from our past reviewed in such a merciless light?

If Mike Rann really does end up losing his job over this incident, it's a pretty depressing result for all.

And what about the barmaid's story? (from same site and article related but different page):

The married woman told Channel Seven and New Idea magazine she had sex with Mr Rann in Parliament House and also kissed the Premier in his house and other locations.

But Mr Rann today dismissed the claims as ‘‘absolutely ridiculous’’ and said he would be taking legal action against the two media outlets.

‘‘It was based on malice, it was deliberately designed to do me damage both personally and professionally.’’

‘‘The allegations are totally and absolutely untrue.

‘‘I have not had sex with her.’’

‘‘I’ve spoken to my lawyers and we’ll be instigating proceedings to get a full retraction.’’

‘‘None of this has anything to do with my job as premier of this state,’’ he said.

He also rejected any suggestions that he would have ventured to a golf course to have sex with Ms Chantelois.

Mr Rann said his friendship with Ms Chantelois had ended in 2005 and he had not seen her since.

In my personal opinion, it's like she was willing participant at the time, now she's crying rape to get rid of Rann. Silly cow. It takes 2 to tango, not 1.

Both pieces of the article relating to Mr. Rann (who by the way has so far proven to be the best SA Premier we have ever had since Dunstan) are from theage site today.

Nevertheless we shall see what happens. Smacks of the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal of 1999 doesn't it?

Personally I don't think Mr Rann will lose his job and you outlined the reason why perfectly:

QUOTE: Because a single man – even a politician - having the odd romp with a willing participant is fairly unremarkable.

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Regards, Lord Watchdog.