I’ve been mucking out the hard drive this week and dug up this one from many moons ago. I decided to put it on the blog in honour of Malcolm Fraser. It’s always tough to know when to leave a party, but if you see either Harry doing his hatstand or Tony Abbott stripping down to his budgie smugglers, you can be pretty sure it’s time to call a cab.
The Mercury 25 May 2010
Firstly, it turns out it was all der meeja’s fault and the meeja should quietly hang its head in shame while a round table of currently unspecified diameter (to be advised in good time) is prepared (as soon as we find a nice bit of timber that isn’t in little pieces).
Secondly, there are chairs to be organised, and some time after that with any luck everyone will have forgotten about the whole not-bulldozing-the-forests-for-woodchips thing, the market will have picked up a bit and it can be Business As Usual, at least until the next crisis.
Quite liked this rough. It got bumped for something with fewer words. I have a tendency for cartoon wordiness which can sometimes defeat the purpose of the 1000 word equivalence thing. You see? There I go again…
It was an excellent combination of cracking autumn day and late deadline on Monday, so we packed the tackers in the car and walked the Benchmarking Birchs Bay sculpture trail run by Fleurtys Cafe down past Woodbridge.
It’s a beautiful bushwalk (if a bit steep when you’re pushing two kids in a pram) and the sculptures are excellent. Worth a look if you’ve got a lazy few hours. The cafe does a might fine flat white too.
