No need to drink and drive, when you can stay at a Mate’s Motel.

One of the best road safety ad campaigns that I have ever seen the Queensland government do is being promoted on television and also with a new website.  Many of us have or go to Christmas parties or other festive events at our friends and relatives places and drinking is sure to happen.  To avoid people getting behind the wheel, the “Mate’s Motel” ad shows us how making your home into a motel for your mates, is a responsible and good way of keeping people off the road after a few drinks.


The website features many clever ideas, from what to serve your guests for breaky, to what to name your motel.  It even has a designated driver spin wheel for those that may want to drive people home.


So, if you are hosting a party, why not check out the website.





Bad habits – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle

co-written with Moo, Temp and Dessy.


Dessy:  Lydia seemed to sense Mariela’s concern about there being fighting at the ball, and seemed to understand her fears. “You’re right. We can’t be held responsible, but I wasn’t talking about us. I was talking about every other kingdom fighting one or another.” she said, looking at the floor before looking up at Lydia. She did give a smile when Lydia assured her everything would be fine, but she still couldn’t help to be concerned. “So, where’s this seamstress we’re supposed to be seeing?” she said, letting out a breath. She didn’t notice Scar missing, and was oblivious to the fact that there were people outside. The shield that was once over the castle would have disappeared by now, allowing anyone to get in at anytime. It never lasted long unless Mariela willed it to. She didn’t because it was only for the war. Both girls being oblivious to this fact, they just continued on their way.


Moo:  The pair hadn’t been standing idle for very long before Oroan cleared his throat. It was gruff sounding, pulling Serin’s attention away from the area she’d last seen Nami. As she looked at him, he would lean back against the pillar. “So why didn’t you use it last night?” Serin’s brow popped up and he snorted, turning his head away momentarily before reconnecting his gaze. “You know what I mean.” His expression said it all. Don’t play dumb with me. “He was using black elements.”

Serin turned awkwardly against the pillar she leaned on, her shoulder brushing against it as her feet slid out just a few inches. Her arms crossed over her chest. “I didn’t see any means to…”

“Bullshit,” Oroan cut in.

“Oroan!” she hissed. The demon master looked uncharacteristically timid as she lowered her eyes, head tilting slightly. “The last time I used black earth, I nearly killed you.” Her eyes would lift to meet his as they stood there silently for several moments. “…Anyway, keep watch for Nami.”

Oroan watched as his master’s fierce exterior masked the irrational fear once more. This was what made her special, and gave a demon such as himself feelings. She would be special to him, in a non-romantic way. He returned his gaze past the gates of Greed, same as her.


Temp:  Nami had continued to go higher and higher, heading towards a particular room, with an ambitious goal in mind. The throne room. She knew that there would be all kinds of valuables in that room, as part of being Greedy was being able to see the things you possessed. Surely a Prince of Greed would have trinkets and shiny objects near the Throne, last time she checked he did. This wouldn’t be the first time she had stolen from the Throne room, and it wasn’t going to be the last. Eventually she reached her objective, landing on a balcony that was connected to the Throne room. Instead of doing something silly like opening the door or a window, she poofed directly in. She was still completely invisible, and making next to no sound. Her eyes began to examine the room, taking in all the things that she could steal. There were plenty of objects that looked valuable, but she wanted to get something…special. Her gaze would eventually lock onto a chalice that sat on a table right next to the Throne. It looked absolutely perfect. It was over sized, clearly made of gold, covered in jewels, hell…it even had the Greed insignia on it…perfect. Nami quickly hopped up onto one of the nearby pillars and began to climb towards the ceiling, wanting to get a better view of the entire room before she tried anything else. From the ceiling she could see that she was alone, except for one thing…a cat? It didn’t look like any cat she had ever seen, and she had seen quite a few! She could morph into one after all. Something didn’t quite feel right about it…but the Chalice was right there…The urge to hop down there and grab the chalice was very much present. This was the first time she had ever hesitated in stealing something so close and valuable…why was that?


Razorbackwriter:  Lydia would rise from her place at the dining table, patting her lips with the napkin before asking Mariela to join her as they went off to the seamstress’s house. It was a dwelling within the castle grounds and they would need to take the main corridor in order to reach the inner courtyard. This would lead them past the main hall on their way. Lydia seemed to have forgotten about the force field that she’s asked Marila to construct during the war, since now that it was over, she saw no real need for it. Feeling a touch more relaxed after breakfast, the new Princess of Greed’s mood improved greatly. The thoughts of a masked ball, and entertaining the other royals of the Hell gave her a right tingle deep down inside. Ever ambitious she wanted to put her best foot forward and show all of them just what she was capable of. All in good time.

“The Seamstress’s name is Frau Voulen. Worked for the Prince of Greed and his…lovelies for as long as I can remember. Now…she can serve us.” Walking arm in arm with Mariela again, Lydia was being at her brightest. “I hear she does the most exquisite hats. Ever thought about going to the races?” she asked. Lydia being a bit of a gambler on the horses. It would be another outing….a fun one that was for certain.

The Throne room.

Scar was a very light sleeper. Strange you might think for a demon of Nightmares, but he enjoyed the odd forty winks; especially somewhere comfortable. The Prince’s throne was indeed, very comfy. The alp in the shape of a Cheshire cat was making a light purring sound. It’s tail sweeping about behind it slowly, like a snake that was in a trance. Looks, could indeed be deceiving. For as the Alp slept the hair on its forehead parted to reveal….a third eye.

And this eye suddenly opened. The pupil darted from left to right menacingly. Even turning to a slit as though it was aware of something. All Alps have a third eye and if one was to get too close to the eye’s range of sight, well….let’s just say it wouldn’t be pretty.




Temp:  What was with this apprehension? Nami would normally have already been done by now, but she just couldn’t bring herself to grab the chalice. Setting a trap before grabbing it crossed her mind, but that would likely make too much noise. Using her poof ability could work, but it could be unpredictable, especially if she was stressed. There had to be a safe way to get her hands on it. Perhaps she could ‘fish’ for it. Imp’s always had a ‘bag of tricks’ available to them, hopefully it would solve this little problem. With a puff of purple smoke, a tiny fishing rod appeared and was now being held by her tail. Having access to a ‘third limb’ like her tail was very handy. Hopefully this would work. Nami crawled along the ceiling until she was directly above the Chalice, though was rather high up in the air. The hook and near invisible string would then start to descend towards the Chalice. As soon as it was in range it was hooked and tugged at gently, just to make sure that it was secure. Before she would actually start to reel it in she decided to wait, just in case someone walked into the room.


Dessy:  Mariela had waited until Lydia finished, before taking a step back when Lydia stood. Lydia linking her arm with hers again, they started leaving the dining room and down the hall. “Races? What “races” are you talking about?” she asked curiously with a tilt of her head. Mariela has never really went to anything because she had always stayed home. Her family had lived in a small three bedroom cottage in the middle of the woods away from isolation and the rest of the village. After all, they didn’t want to be exposed as being witches. People usually went to the house if they needed help, especially with healing. Mariela’s mother was a great healer, and that’s where Mariela got most of her healing skills from. So, Mariela didn’t know what “races” were, or much of anything, really.


Razorbackwriter:  “You mean, you have never been to the races?” Lydia asked with a surprised expression. The Demoness of Ambition thought that everyone had. Now, she needed to explain to Mariela what races actually were. “It’s a track where horses run around it ridden by very short men. The first horse past the post wins. You bet…on the horse of your favor and if it wins…you make a lot of money.” This was where Lydia’s love of gambling came to the fore. She absolutely loved games of chance like poker and 21, black jack and the roulette wheel, but nothing thrilled her more than getting all dressed up and going down to the track. “I’ll take you to the next event.” Lydia promised as they were about to walk past the throne room. It was then she turned her head, expecting to see an empty room, when she spotted the Cheshire cat on the throne. A cat wearing the Alp’s hat.

“SCAR?! What the devil are you doing on my throne?!” Lydia roared, suddenly releasing her arm from Mariela and marching off into the throne room like her ass was on fire. In a blink the Demoness of Ambition was half way down the long red carpet, while on the throne, Alp woke up with a start. Hearing Lydia shriek was not exactly music to his ears.

“Ah…shit.” The cat formerly known as Scar uttered as he tried to stretch; his tail fluffing up instantly. Neither Scar nor Lydia had noticed the facet that someone was trying to steal a jeweled chalice beside the throne.

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you are trying to take my THRONE?!”

Again her voice was raised as she got ready to reach out and throttle Scar with her right hand. The cat was quick to reply.“I was just sleeping….Mistress!” Trying to defend himself before the Demoness released an angry retort. Oh he knew she had a dark side and it was rising. “Please…please…the throne was comfy…that’s all.”

At that, Lydia picked up the cat around the throat and gave him a good throttle, before dropping him back again. the cat’s eyes were rolling about in it’s head comically.