Another thing I hate about Fremantle is all the trucks running through there carrying live sheep.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not on some animal lib jag either.
As someone once said: My attititude to animal lib is stick a fork in its arse and turn it over, it's done.
It's more to do with the whinging on the part of Freodomites.
They chose to live in a port city and should put up with the consequences of their choice.
If they don't like the smell of sheep in their streets, they should move out.
So long as they stay away from Minjup -- we don't want their type here.
Even Blyton isn't good enough for them.

All this comes from listening to Australia Talks Back the other day when the announcer goofed and said the topic was going to be "the live expert trade".
Now there's a good idea.
Round up all the economists, eco-jabberers, political commentators, investment specialists, art pundits, etc., stick them in trucks and port them through Freo to the Middle East.
Primary producers of experts, the conduit port authority and the recipients would all be the better for it, and our media could only improve.
Imagine: "Oh Nigel, when you've finished parking the Merc, pass the smelling salts would you, there's a truck load of dietitians coming down Hampton this morning".
Or: "Hey man ((toke)) I can smell financial advisers -- tell Heavenly Lotus Tiger's Bottom to light the incense".

Or they could just agree that it's in everyone's interest to run the Roe Highway all the way through to the port and no one would notice.
Bet the "oh it's cruel to sheep" brigade would back off quick smart, showing their true colours as property-value worriers.

Sledge