When I was growing up, I wanted to do everything. I was told I was going to be a farmer.
Many of us have our lives maped out for us, and boy don’t we know it if we take a wrong turn. Delivering our lamb boxes the other day with a Tom Tom GPS, I had that distinct feeling of real life deja vu. You know where you are going and the GPS is telling you in a measured polite accent to ‘do a u-turn at the next round-about’, you don’t, and the more you go on, the more the measured polite accent seems to morph into a shrilling, almost unbearable order…
Well as much as I love farming, reality is coming into play, and like your TomTom, there comes a point when its GPS satellites realign your coordinates and you understand the detour you have made and start agreeing with your turns and directions…
Thank you to every man and woman out there that served this country to keep it as it is, and thank you to all their loved ones that lost time with them due to their sacrifices.
I love ANZAC Day as it is the day that I truly stop and think that all this is only possible because better people than me have given up their ‘normal’ to ensure it is so.
I have been to some shite places on this planet, destroyed by tyrannous regimes both foreign and domestic…and we here in Australia, as much as we complain, know nothing of that…
…Thanks to The ANZACS, the ones who have fought in the past and the ones doing duty today.
For many people, the thought of another series of Big Brother fills them with dread…not just because another truckload of L Grade celebrities are to be unleashed on the radar but because water cooler conversation becomes consumed by the characters in the BB Bubble…and nothing else, no matter how hard you try and talk about your little Samantha’s shot at walking a tight rope 400m above the earth without a safety net whilst reciting the Koran backwards, will alter that..
I myself have rarely had the pleasure of sitting down and following the show. Yes, I know I was on it, but it’s as far removed from being a viewer as the experience of a diner and a chef.
It may be the only time I say it, so I may as well put it in writing. When Kevin, our dear leader, told the Chinese thugs that they are not doing the right thing in Tibet, I defrosted a little. Then he did a great speech in Mandarin to some students and reinforced the position, as well as one of internationalism..I warmed. Then he went and made a Queenslander our Governor General and I went all sickly sweet with love…
Howzat!! A Qld GG, a Qld PM, a Qld Treasurer and a Qld Premier…we run the show!!
