Having barely got to grips with the internal combustion engine, perhaps it was a bit much to expect the ODT to seamlessly handle the transition into a more citrusy zeitgeist:
Then again, I don’t read the ODT for their bleeding edge journalism. If I want journalism, I go to an actual newspaper. I read the ODT for their independent puns of the South, like this instant classic on the Toga Party:
Or this. Only the ODT could solve climate change and make a poo joke in one foul swoop:
There’s a dark cost to the ODT’s quippery, however. Punning in the basement from dawn till dusk, whipped bloody if they can’t take an entendre and double it – it doesn’t leave a lot of time for matters of the heart: 
Finally, I hope this doesn’t catch on when Halloween comes round:
