When in February 1996 Fast Buck$ obtained a file that described a developer in Byron Bay obtaining preferential treatment from Council, he published an advertisement in The Echo headed, ‘Something stinks at Hog’s Breath’.
I just love people I’ve never met making decisions about my wellbeing. Especially when I’m not consulted. My Health Record is the latest gift from Big Brother, or should we call him Big Doctor?
They are a swift, slender snake growing to 1.5 metres in length – except here in the northern rivers where the world’s biggest Eastern Browns can reach 2.7 metres.
Actions that could harm the ‘reputation’ of the government on matters political, ecological or economic can now be prosecuted as serious national security offences.
We have now had a chance to review the final NEG design sent to COAG energy ministers this week.The bad news for the clean energy industry is that the restrictive and discriminatory features have not been addressed.
So no changes to the parliament, no real effect on the government, no early election and no leadership spills. Malcolm Turnbull and Bill Shorten can forget their immediate concerns and go back to what they do best – abusing each other.
By the election of September 1995 most people had had enough of Cr Ross Tucker and his crew. Although at that stage the evidence of the colossal mismanagement of Council’s planning and finances had yet to emerge
I have driven south from Carnarvon Gorge to this town on the border. The road was good but the land is sick. My time at Carnarvon Gorge has reminded me that brown rivers and scorched earth is not the way it needs to be.
Last week an Uber driver ran over my daughter. She only gave the driver one star. Zero stars and ‘Driver ran me over’ wasn’t an option. It happened like this…
Even UK steel billionaires get the blues. For more than a year now, Sanjeev Gupta has been letting his actions – and investments – do the talking on renewables in Australia.
At last the fateful day is looming – the interminable campaign for the five by elections no-one wanted (except, of course, the media) is finally coming to a climax. Or, in the case of at least two of them, an anti-climax.
As the Club Med battle described in the previous episode approached its climax, the leader of Council’s conservatives, Ross Tucker, decided on a diversion.
‘Can we have lunch now?’ the kids say, pulling faces as they flop onto the wooden seats that line the boardwalk in front of the sandstone wall where the Aboriginal art stretches for at least 15 metres.
According to Malcolm Turnbull, sometimes the best freedom in the world is actually having none. It’s so wonderful being ‘Free… of being Free’.
The prospects for Tesla’s proposed 250MW ‘virtual power plant’ in South Australia look significantly brighter after the success of its first trial and an enthusiastic response from the South Australia government.
Just when you might have thought you were getting a grip on the tin full of worms masquerading as the government’s energy policy, along comes yet another authoritative report.
As I grew up I was intrigued by the notion of subliminal advertising – the possibility that I could be influenced by a message I didn’t even know I was receiving. I was assured it had been made illegal as it was unethical.
Flying foxes live life large across the landscape. They are the chief pollinators and seed carriers for many species of forest trees.
By the beginning of 1993 The Echo had outgrown its A4 page size, and our first large-format edition appeared in March that year. The increased work combined with the ritual of putting the paper to bed on Monday nights became quite stressful.
On one side of the Warrego highway is a huge brown paddock of dirt. And I mean huge; not so much a paddock as a landscape. It stretches as far as the eye can see.
The Australian Competition and Consumer Commission, in a report on how electricity consumers have been ripped off by network companies, generators and retailers, has targeted rooftop solar for the most dramatic action.
Bed bugs have bit my butt. What a joyous fleshy target. I imagine them on their late-night Grecian feeding frenzy, drunk on the blood of a stupid Aussie traveller. It’s unbecoming for a lady to scratch her arse but I don’t care.
There’s an old saying in the Northern Rivers: If you’re out in the bush and you find yourself scratching the same place twice, you’ve probably got a tick.
Longtime Byron resident and environmental advocate Edith Evelyn Franks (nee West) has passed away peacefully at the age of 92 surrounded by the love of all her family.
Scott Morrison has inched forward to another interminable episode of tweaking the tax. This time it’s the scales of the returns the states get from the commonwealth’s GST, but, as always, do not hold your breath.