Lizard King rocks game

Well, welcome back! It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, and I hope I’ve been missed like a Harley Reid feature on the back of the West Australian. 

Though maybe I should start doing these in rap form like those wieners did over at Canva, it would definitely make Diggers worth the price of admission if executives trying to rhyme with praseodymium became a new standard of presentation. 

Don’t tell me that diss tracks about a neighbour not drilling true width wouldn’t get your attention. 

There’s been some dumb chatter about choosing between a man and a bear being alone in the woods with you, but personally I’d take a screwdriver through the ear over discussing a pointless hypothetical. 

Besides, looking at my CommSec account, it’s pretty clear I’ve already established my favour towards the ursine. 

And I’ll take the bear over that collection of copper bulls – who are frankly becoming quite annoying. 

They might be proven right, but the more they bang that drum the more I want to throw it all away on cerium or whatever left over scraps make up a “world-class” TREO estimate. 

I’m not going to get myself into any trouble by naming names here, there’s been too many court cases going on around mining for my liking already. 

But let those dorks get rich off their tech stocks, I’m into mining for the fun of it and I’ll be damned if I let some silly little billion-dollar dispute throw me off the scent of the next undevelopable discovery!