Why Footrot Flats meant so much to me

Today I shed a tear for a man I had never met.

 

I woke up this morning to see on social media that Murray Ball had passed away.  A minor celebrity that Gen Y or anyone outside New Zealand or Australia has probably never heard of.  He was a Kiwi Cartoonist who had written a few books but was most famous for being the creator, artist and writer of Footrot Flats, a newspaper comic strip that ran for a few decades and inspired an animated movie.

Murray Ball and The Dog

So why did this cartoonist whom I never met mean so much to me?

Growing up on a farm in Australia there was not a lot of media one could relate to.  We only had two TV channels and I had no concept of Cable TV, let alone the internet that would come along decades later.  Everything on TV was from America or the UK, the exceptions seeming to be the news and soapies – neither of much interest to a young boy.

But there was Footrot Flats.

Whenever Mum would buy the paper, when she had finished with it I would grab it to read the comics section and my first port of call was the Footrot Flats strip.  Here was something I could relate to.  There was shearing and herding cows and sheep. There were magpies and pigs and feral cats.  There was marking lambs, making sure the sow didn’t eat her young, dealing with droughts and cutting hay.  It didn’t matter it was set in New Zealand and not here in Australia, it was still my world.

And it was funny!

Footrot Flats was laugh out loud funny!  It didn’t rely on the same joke every strip (yes Garfield we get it – you like lasagna and don’t like Mondays) and after the first few years the strips became stories that actually progressed.   Through a series of 6 to 8 strips you would find out how The Dog (the only name the main character ever received, except for the one given by Aunt Dolly we were never told) was dealing with the latest rivalry with the Murphy Dogs, or trying to get to Jess when she was in heat, or was observing Rangi going through the first crushes of puberty.  That was the other beautiful thing of Footrot Flats, the characters grewPongo grew from a screaming kid always trying to push The Dog around in her pram to an outspoken feminist teenager dealing with what she perceived to be a misogynist society and her burgeoning bisexuality (she had a major crush on Cooch’s Cousin Kathy we never saw the face of). Wal and Cheeky Hobson (whom I blame for my lifelong penchant for comically large breasts) went from dating to being engaged to eventually breaking up when she left Wal for the male stripper at her hens night.  The characters grew and changed and evolved over time, both in the way they acted and the way they were visually represented.  As I myself grew from a kid to a teenager to an adult these characters grew with me and they seemed a reassuring constant in my life.  Then there was The Dog.

The Dog.  The main protagonist of the series whom we saw the majority of life in Footrot Flats through the eyes of.  An intelligent and thoughtful character, who seemed to be beset on all sides by characters who were much tougher than he was that were likely to give him a good hiding if he looked in their direction.  Yep, to a kid who was always the smallest and skinniest boy in his year level at school and seemed to lack the aggression that all the other boys had an abundance of, he was a character I could relate to.  A character who would try to become friends with the tough PigDog Major and instead of receiving friendship would get beaten to a pulp.  For little Trev, between the ages of 8 and 16 that seemed to be my life in a nutshell.  Not only would The Dog make me laugh, but he gave me a character to identify with.

Even as I became a (reasonably) well adjusted adult who moved off to the big city and had plenty of friends and girlfriends, my love of Footrot Flats never waned.  It was a little bit of country life I could carry with me always.  I always checked the bookstores in case the newest compilation book had come out.  Footrot Flats was pretty prolific, there was always a new compilation book each year as well as the odd Weekender book.  When Murray Ball stopped writing Footroot Flats there was still the odd art book released and I bought the Footrot Flats movie the moment it came out on Blu Ray.  Ah the movie, it was absolutely brilliant!  Let me change that, it IS absolutely brilliant!  To this day, despite the fact I know they survive I still get a bit choked up when the other characters think The Dog, Horse and Jess are dead and I groove along as they surf back into life!  As for the song ‘Slice of Heaven’ – it’s hard to find a Gen X’er in this part of the world that doesn’t adore that song!  Truly timeless.

 

When Ball finished writing Footrot Flats he wrote some other books, funny yet heavy with social commentary and a huge dose of his distinctive comic art thrown in.  I have ‘The Flowering of Adam Budd’ and ‘The Sisterhood’ in my collection and every few years they get taken down for a read.  Ball was a funny, intelligent and perceptive writer who used both the written word and the visual medium to comment on society in a way that kept you turning the page.

But it was Footrot Flats that always remained dear to my heart.  It was a part of my childhood and a companion growing up.  My bookshelf boasts nearly every Footrot Flats book ever written, even the books about the movie.  So when I heard Ball had passed away this morning I felt an acute sense of loss, a man who had brought so much joy to my life, whom I had never met or had the chance to thank, had left this world.

 

So let me say it now: “Thank you Murray.  Thank you so much for meaning so much to me for so long.  I wish I had taken the time to track you down to at least write an email to say what a wonderful creation you had brought into the world.  You may always remain a legend in New Zealand, but there is also one little Aussie boy, now a man, who will never forget you”.

 

Did you used to read Footrot Flats or any other of Balls work?  Or have something to say about his passing?  Would love to read it in the comments section below.

Multiverse Dirt Boss Toys Gallery

The second of my Multiverse galleries.  Dirt Boss first showed up in the Cybertron cartoon and toyline and due to his cool Monster Truck mode showed up in two more!

Note: Not featured here is  Dirt Boss the forklift from the ROTF Toyline/Animated Cartoon as he is considered a completely different character.

 

Individual Figure Pic’s

Name: Dirt Boss
Toyline: Cybertron
Mode: Robot
Mode: Monster Pickup Truck

 

Name: Dirt Boss
Toyline: Bot Shots
Mode: Robot
Mode: Pickup Truck

 

Name: Dirt Boss
Toyline: Attacktix
Mode: Robot

 

Comparison Pic’s

Multiverse Dirt Boss robots
Multiverse Dirt Boss pickup trucks

 

Toy Review – Masterpiece Grapple

Grapple.  Perhaps while not the most unpopular, perhaps the least loved (does that mean the same thing?) of the 84/85 Autobot Car characters.  It’s surprising since the Constructicons were so popular and Grapple was the only Autobot equivalent, but not many people really digged our resident Autobot Architect.  Nevertheless, the 85’ toy was pretty cool and gave some variety to the Autobot lineup and we now see that replicated now 22 years later in the Masterpiece toyline with the newest figure Masterpiece Grapple.

The Master Builder

 

Robot Mode

I really enjoy the different features offered here.  You get three different faces, two different chests and even different coloured arm blasters to replace his hands!  The proportions are very good and you can either have an orange helmet to match his cartoon appearance or a grey one to match his toy one.  The articulation is excellent with nearly every joint being swiveable which provides one with a multitude of posing capabilities.

 

Vehicle Mode

Battle Crane Truck Mode. Because…. well… why the hell not eh!

This is where we get down a little.  It’s a great crane truck, don’t get me wrong, its just that like MP Inferno the cartoon version had less detail than the toy and since the MP line tries to replicate the cartoon we lose out on some of that detail here.  It’s a very nice Crane Truck though, and it comes with optional extras such as the hook being replaced with a grabbing claw or bucket (as was demonstrated in two of the G1 cartoon episodes).  The colour is nice, the proportions are nice – just could have stood to have more detail.

 

Transformation

Surprisingly actually harder than MP Inferno.  You’d think Grapple would be easier considering we have dealt with this figure before but there are a bunch of new little tweaks which can be damn annoying.  Whilst not the hardest MP transformation by far, it can offer moments of frustration.

 

Overall

Grapple, as previously stated, is not the most popular character.  But to anyone who is a big G1 lover or is a Masterpiece completionist then this is very much a necessary character.  And trust me, you will enjoy him more than you think!

 

Also, check out the very first of my Transformer Multiverse Galleries, starting with the various versions of Grapple!

Multiverse Grapple Toys Gallery

Welcome to the very first of my Multiverse Transformer Toy Galleries.  Here I will be looking at famous Transformer namesakes and how they have been represented across multiple toylines (note: all pics are from my personal collection)

The first of our galleries is a character whom I just got the Masterpiece version of – Grapple.

 

Individual Figure Pics

Name: Grapple
Toyline: Generation One
Mode: Robot
Mode: Mitsubishi Fuso Crane Truck

 

 

Name: Solar Storm Grappel
Toyline: Reveal the Shield
Mode: Robot
Mode: Crane Truck

 

 

Name: MP-35 Grapple
Toyline: Masterpiece
Mode: Robot
Mode: Fuso T951 Crane Truck

 

 

Comparison Pic’s

Multiverse Grapple robots
Multiverse Grapple crane trucks

 

Note: You can also read my review of Masterpiece Grapple HERE!

Meat Recipe #5 – Mum’s Oven-cooked T-Bone Steak & Onions with Mushroom Gravy

International Women’s Day. A day to celebrate women everywhere.  There have been three main women in my life – my mother, my wife and my daughter (an honorable mention to my older sister but I will be using my love for her to discuss a different recipe).  I cannot express enough the depth of my love for these wonderful women.  So on International Women’s Day I do my best to honor the three of them.  I do this by cooking, in memory of my mother, the dish she would always cook for me whenever I came home to visit as she knew I loved it so much!  I’ve carried this on by cooking it for my wife and daughter.  Though it is not the most ‘feminine’ meal, it always reminds me of my mum and it satiates my 2-year old’s craving for meat as well as my wife’s enjoyment of not having to cook after a long day at work.  So let me share with you Big Angry Trev’s mothers recipe for ‘Oven-cooked T-Bone Steak & Onions with Mashed Potatoes and Mushroom Gravy.

Ingredients:

2 x 400gm T-Bone Steaks

4 x Large Potatoes

1 x Large Onion, diced

1 ½ x Tablespoons of Gravy mix powder

1 x 165gm can of Sliced Mushroom in Butter Sauce

½ cup x Full Cream Milk

1/3 cup x Grated Cheddar Cheese

25gm of Butter

Handful of Beans

Handful of Broccoli

Diced Carrot and Corn

Cooking Oil

Salt

Water

 

Method

Step 1:

  • Remove steak from fridge and coat with salt and oil 20 minutes before cooking
  • Preheat oven to 200 degrees
  • Boil 2 pots of water
  • Peel potatoes
  • Chop up remaining vegetables

Step 2:

  • Put steaks on shallow oven dish and place in oven
  • Put potatoes on to boil
  • Mix up jug of gravy powder and water

Step 3:

  • After 15 minutes take steaks out of oven. Drain excess fat.  Flip steaks and cover with diced onion then place back in oven
  • Put beans, broccoli, carrot and corn on to boil in second pot

Step 4:

  • Take potatoes off the boil. Mix with butter, cheese and milk and mash thoroughly
  • Put gravy mixture on to heat until boiling. When boiling add can of mushroom sauce, mix thoroughly and simmer on low for two minutes

Step 5:

  • Remove steaks from oven when onion has browned
  • Take vegetables off boil and drain
  • Place steak & onions, vegetables & mashed potato on plate
  • Fill gravy boat with mushroom gravy.

 

And there you have it.  I have many very fond memories of my mother cooking this for me and I know it always brought a smile to her face to see how much her grown-up son enjoyed it whenever he came home to visit.  I now do my best to recapture that magic by cooking it for my own family and if my mother is up above somewhere I hope she thinks I am doing her recipe justice.  I hope this recipe can bring you some fond family memories as well.

 

Got a similar recipe?  Would love to read it in the comments section below!

My immortal words on the Big Screen!

Back in the days when I still held hopes and dreams of being a brilliant actor – adored by the masses and mobbed by beautiful women wherever I went, I mainly scored the highly glamorous  work of being an extra on different TV shows.  Name a bad Melbourne-made Aussie cop show from the 90’s and chances are if you watch a few episodes carefully enough you will eventually spot me milling around in the background.

I did however appear in three movies.  One was ‘made for TV’ (On the Beach) and two went to cinema.  In one I was just an extra (The Road to Nhill) but in the other I auditioned and actually scored a speaking role!  This is the tale of how I ended up there and the immortal words I got to utter on the big screen.

There is zero chance you have seen this film…

The movie was Strange Fits of Passion, a very teenage-angsty flick.  It was being shot in 1998 for a 1999 release.  Quite a lot of the people I was doing Drama with at La Trobe Uni auditioned for different parts but if memory serves I was the only one who achieved success.  Yes I got picked but I’m not sure, given the role I auditioned for, that this was a compliment.

I auditioned at some studios in St Kilda along with probably a dozen other guys.  When I went in they had a camera set up to film me and asked me to riff some ‘sexist abuse a yobbo would yell at a girl’.  Now, being a country boy while at the same time dating a woman whom I secretly loathed, I had me a plethora of inspiration to work with.  I looked down the camera and let fly with the kind of gutter talk that had never before or since passed my lips!

I was thanked for my time and told they would be making a decision in the next 10 days.  However 40 minutes later as I was driving home my mobile rang – it was my agent calling:

 

“Trev, we don’t know what you did in there but they said you are perfect for the role.  You got it!  They shoot in two weeks”.  I was officially Hoon No. #2

 

A fortnight later we are shooting on Little Flinders street in the city.  The police had the road closed off and were redirecting traffic.  I sat there in my flannel top and footy scarf in my actors chair awaiting my scene as the stunt driver pulled up in a two door car.  I got told to sit in the back  and to then lean up and over the driver’s seat so that from the waist up I was hanging out the window.

We did about a dozen takes, each time doing a blockie to come back and shoot again.  It was very cool to be doing 70kph in a 40kph zone whilst hanging out the window  from the waist up, all in front of police who not only did not stop me but blocked traffic so I could do so!

 

So here we are, the scene and my immortal lines:

The heroine of the movie is at her lowest ebb.  There is a fine mist of rain.  She walks down Little Flinders street in Melbourne with her head hung low.  As she passes a construction zone where someone has spray painted “Kill yourself – it’s cheaper” she looks up to see the man she craves silhouetted at the end of the alley.  As she starts towards him a car slowly drives by which distracts her.  There is a handsome yobbo hanging out the window who yells at her:

“Show us ya pink bits baby!”

“Give us a headjob ya uptight slut!”

Then as the car continues down the alley he looks back and chants Shows us ya tits!  Show us ya tits!”

She looks back down the alley but her dream man has gone.

 

I got paid $52 an hour for that gig (a lot of money for a struggling actor back in 98′) and got to watch myself say it on the big screen to boot!  I may have never become a star, but I will always have that warm memory from my short lived career.

 

Update:  My mate Kenan actually found this movie on youtube!  If you wanna hear the line and see a red beanie blurring by which is yours truly, you can find it here at the 32:20 mark!

Sustainability Tip – Don’t let your green waste go to waste!

Some Councils are looking at introducing green bins for their residents.  These bins will serve the purpose the same way your current recycle ones do – separating items that can be reused in some fashion rather than it going into the landfill.  In this case, green waste.

That might be fine and dandy if you live in an inner suburb in a major metropolis.  If you live in a house that has a big garden or like me, you have a hobby farm – then why pay to have this valuable stuff to be taken away?  You can use it all yourself – and I do mean all!

 

On my farm I get five main kinds of green waste:

  • Kitchen scraps: Fruit peels, old bread, vegetables my children once again refused to eat at dinner.
  • Garden waste: Plant and bush pruning’s, mowed grass clippings.
  • Wood waste: Fallen branches, tree pruning’s.
  • Weeds: Milk thistle etc from garden beds, bindi-eye and so forth on bare ground.
  • Animal Waste: Not their actual waste, more used straw from bedding.

 

Well all of this can be reused and put to use on your property, so much so that it will can reduce your costs in other areas such as buying compost or animal feed.  Here are the various ways I use all of the above in a Permaculture fashion.

 

Use 1: Compost

mmmm…. composty goodness!

Every good gardener should have some compost heaps.  I will be doing an in-depth look at composting on my blog soon but until then here is a rough guide to what you can and can’t put of your green waste in there.

Yes to:

  • Fruit peelings
  • Vegetable peelings
  • Grass clippings
  • Egg shells
  • Small twigs
  • Soiled straw animal bedding (including all poop, feathers and hair)

No to:

  • Citric fruit (oranges, lemons etc – put them at the base of your trees)
  • Weeds
  • Grass with root systems

 

Use 2: Animal tucker

We don’t need lucerne today – we be fed already!

Different animals will like different foods and what you can reuse depends on the animals you have.  If you own omnivores like pigs you can give them most anything.  Sadly I don’t but here are the animals I do have and what green waste I give them

  • Chickens: My chickens will happily gnaw down on kitchen waste that hasn’t fully been used up. This means things like corn cobs with some kernals still on them, watermelon rinds with some fruit left, half eaten stone fruit and any and all bread scraps.
  • Ducks: My ducks love leafy food so wilted spinach leaves, old silverbeet plants, browning lettuce and so on go to them to fill their tums.
  • Goats: Goats aren’t omnivores but when it comes to plants they are close. To my goats go things like grass (not mowed, it can knot in their stomachs), leafy tree branch pruning’s, most weeds (prickly is fine – ones with actual prickles such as bindi eye and three-corner jacks no) and clippings from bushes such as roses.

 

Use 3: Firewood

I got wood

Those big trees you cut down?  Chop’em up!  Those big branches you cut down?  Strip the smaller stuff off them and cut into the sizes you need.  Come next winter you wont by buying a single bag of kindling because you will have all you need!  Of course, if you own a woodchipper (which sadly I don’t) you can always turn your wood into mulch.

 

Step 4: Bonfire

Great for both your garden and to drink beer around

All other green waste that you can’t use in the previous three ways put on your bonfire pit.  Whats that you say?  Burning them is bad?!  It releases smoke into the atmosphere?  Well it’s a trade off.  Yes you are releasing a bit of smoke but its smoke from plants, not harsh chemical smoke.  And instead of all that otherwise unusable green waste going into landfill you are burning it off and getting something great in return – ash!  Ash is awesome stuff! All compost heaps love a bit of ash!  You can brush ash onto your plants to get rid of small bugs and onto your chooks to get rid of mites.  And all that leftover ash can go around the bases of your trees – they will love you for it!

 

So don’t let your green waste go to waste.  It’s just too useful in too many ways.  Do yourself and the environment a favor. It’s truly a case of – if done correctly – everyone wins!

Meat Recipe #4 – His and Hers Bangers and Mash

The culinary balancing act – tis a tightrope that any man who does his share of the cooking at home must walk. On the one hand you need to balance the needs of your wife or girlfriend (never invite both to the same meal – it can only lead to disaster) has in regards to dietary requirements against your need to not eat a meal that tastes like a rabbit took a fart in a meadow.  This is not an easy task.

However it is doable.  Today I’m going to give you an example using a very simple dish which you can then apply the principles of to other meals.  Today we will look at  Big Angry Trev’s His & Hers’  Bangers and Mash!

 

You will need:

*Four sausages

*2 rashers of bacon

*1 egg – duck for preference

*Onion Gravy mix

*Frozen Veggies – peas, corn & carrot

*4 potatoes

*Milk, grated cheddar cheese, butter

*A handful of parsley

*Salt & Pepper

*Cooking oil

 

Step 1: Boil the water, peel the potatoes and pop them in.  Put the sausages on to fry in first frypan on a very low heat.  Boil the kettle.

Step 2: Put the frozen veggies in a microwave safe container.  Slice bacon rashers in half.  Shred all parsley bar one sprig. Pop gravy mix in mixing jug.

Step 3: Flip sausages.  Put oil in second frypan and put bacon on lowest possible heat.

Step 4: Drain potatoes.  Add milk, butter, shredded parsley, salt, pepper and a handful of grated cheddar cheese.  Mash the hell outta it!  Flip bacon

Step 5: Remove sausages, add in duck egg.  Remove bacon.  Take one dollop of mashed spud and separate from the rest.  Put rest of mashed potato in frypan and crank that sucker up!

Step 6: Mix gravy.  Nuke veggies.   Finish frying egg.

 

Presentation

Her Dish

Hers…

Place small dollop of mashed potato on plate with one sliver of bacon artfully placed in a semi-circle against it.  Place sausage apart from bacon, add the merest hint of onion gravy to the top.  Take frozen vegetables and create an artful semi-circle on far side of plate.  Finish off with a delightful sprig of fresh parsley for effect.  Perhaps even provide a napkin and some subtle instrumental dining music as she partakes of your offering.

 

Your Dish

HIS!

Fry the f*ck out of the mashed spud and dump it on ya plate.  Stick the three snags beside it.  Chuck the bacon on the spud and the fried egg on the snags.  Dump all the gravy on.  Stick the veggies in a clump on the side to be eaten so the roughage means you can actually manage to take a shit the next day.  Make sure the TV has the subtitles on so you can read the footy scores from the table while you shovel down ya tucker.

 

And there you go, a new take on a simple dish that will satisfy both you and your good lady.  Yes, you will die a lot sooner than her of a heart attack, but you will have enjoyed your life a lot more.

 

Bon appé-f*ckin-tit!

 

Got a different take on this classic recipe?  Would love to read it in the comments section below!

Random Rant – Don’t use the Charity Bins as your personal dumping ground!

It’s Monday morning.  I’m on my way in to town in the ute to do a few jobs before I grab a metric ton of gravel for the driveway.  One of the jobs I’m doing is to drop off some unneeded clothing in the Salvo bins.  5 bags of maternity clothes that my wife has washed, sorted, folded and properly bagged up to donate.

 

I drive in to town and head to the carpark where the donation bins are located.  Only one problem…

… I can’t get near them for all the crap that has been dumped!

 

Two busted TV’s, a bunch of broken furniture and not one, not two but THREE mattresses have been piled around the bins.  From the smell wafting from them, I’m guessing the beds previous occupants were either some of the druggies down the road or else they had been used for a year by a herd of incontinent sheep (odd how they both give off the same aroma).

 

I managed to wade through all this stuff and put my bags into the bins.  It’s then I notice this sign:

Note that the sign even specifically says ‘no mattresses’ yet there were three of them!  Which means one of two things, either the people who dumped them couldn’t read (a distinct possibility) or they were feral f*ckheads who didn’t give a shit!

When I returned later in the day, I noticed that all the rubbish had been removed.  Turns out it doesn’t matter if you can’t read because they have even bigger signs with pictures:

Why do people do it?  Oh I get the basic reasoning – it’s easy and its free.  But why there?  There are skip bins next to supermarkets and shopping center’s which usually don’t have cameras on them.  There are back alleys and overgrown scrub areas.  But nope, for some reason like a magnet these idiots are always drawn to dump their stuff next to charity shop bins.  Why?  Do they like to pretend that even though this stuff is specifically not wanted, that somehow the charity shop will find a use for it anyway and therefore they really are doing a good deed?  That’s an impressive level of self-delusion if so.  Lets face it – have any of you ever gone into a charity shop and seen mattresses for sale?  Ever?  I know I haven’t!

Is it simply the word ‘bin’? The noun being ‘a receptacle in which to deposit rubbish’.  Do they think a bin is a bin is a bin so you can dump whatever crap you like in and around them because that is what bins are for?

 

I’m not sure what their reasoning is and frankly I don’t care!  It’s disgusting behavior and totally lacking in social conscience!  The bins that I saw on Monday morning were less than a five minute drive from the local tip and the tip doesn’t charge that much.  A growing number of councils across the country are introducing ‘free hard rubbish collection days’.  Either as one predesignated day each year or individual pick-ups for households that you can get once or twice a year.  The point is it’s not hard to get rid of this stuff without making a charity to it for you – to their own cost I might add!

 

That’s right – it actually costs the charities to get rid of this stuff!  The council doesn’t do it for them for free, they have to do it themselves.  That means paying employees and using vehicles to go collect all that crap and then take it to dump where they have to pay a fee to dump it off.  So dumping your old mattresses there is not only not helping the charities, it is actively hurting them.  This just up’s the level of bastardry of this action in my opinion.

 

I’d like to quote one of my cousins who lives in the ACT, who chimed in on this subject:

“One of my old jobs involved emptying those bins and aside from all the unwanted goods we (a charity!) were paying to take to the rubbish tip we also had to deal with broken glass and bags of soiled nappies, garbage etc, and occasionally came across people trying to steal from the bins!”

 

So now we have people not even pretending that they are doing a good deed?  Soiled nappies?  Yeah, the poor really need those. People stealing from the bins?!?  My gods!  These charities charge basically nothing for the goods they receive and then sell on.  So stealing from them is essentially the same as stealing from the poor themselves.  I mean – for f*cks sake!

 

So next time I see one of these social parasites acting in this manner I’m going to take action!  Photo’s on the phone and straight to the cops it is!  I’d suggest you all do the same.  I’d say we should all do the super hero thing and confront the villain’s head on, but the kind of people that do this are probably the same people that wouldn’t think twice about sticking their used syringe in your eye.  Then it will be you in need of the charities help and they have enough to deal with already.

 

And for anyone that is reading this blog who uses the Charity Bins as their personal dumping ground.  Don’t. Just Don’t.  Got it? Alright?  Fine!

 

Got something to add, would love to read it in the comments section below.