Butterflies

Who said fight


Oh Hi there! There’s a fly in here and I’m waiting for it to come to rest, as they all do when exhausted, on my frosted patio window where they make a fine target for my rolled newspaper. Oh yes! I extract maximum value out of my papers. Its fearfully hot outside, and windy, one of those days were you’d not be surprised if the air itself caught fire, otherwise I’d have the balcony door open. I’m taking Alice to pick up her dress early this evening, after sundown I hope when at least I should be able to take continuous hold of the steering wheel even if the real air temp hasn’t fallen much. I have to admit, as I did to Alice at lunch today, that I’m beginning to have butterflies. Only five and four seventh weeks to go and now it seems John Howard thinks he can compete for top billing on the day. We’ll show him who can run the best Kirribilli show. Though on the off chance that he does retain tenancy, it’s just down the street and how could he deny us entree with our credentials. I’d be happy to schmoose John whilst one of Jacks rat pack chums, charms the keys to the cellar out of Janet. Just imagine what lays hidden therein (the cellar lads, mind on the job) and wasn’t it paid for by us. We could call up motorcades to take guests home with motorcycle outriders sirens and RTA green light access. No bugger that, let’s commandeer the harbour and get water police access all areas passes, choppers, fireworks, The Bridge. That’s it, as James Brown would have said “let’s take it to the bridge”

See there’s always a silver lining as reflected by Monty Python in “Always look on the bright side of life” or some Jamaican hic’s “Don’t worry be happy” though James Brown doesn’t seem to have made much of a contribution to this genre unless you want to count “It’s a man’s man’s man’s world” and by those groans I can tell you don’t. If you’ve read this far you can see I’m excited, some would say over excited. There is beginning to be a form. Alice, Gabby and I are to dress, depart and arrive together by HC with a bow from some local hostelry. I still need to make some finishing touches to my speech which I’ve only been working on for five months. I haven’t yet chosen who will deliver it. Is that my job? Oh well one day at a time I suppose. Oh and my dress is apparently still of some concern. I’ve poured enough oil on these waters to be regarded as a major polluter and still the question seems able to poke up.

I’m sure Alice won’t mind me telling you she’s pretty much made her mind up to become Alice Ellis, something traditional old farts like me took as granted. Apparently there is a trend to maintenance of original identity nowadays. Makes some sense if you’ve already made some fame out of a maiden name and want to capitalize on it but your not going to burden your children with schizophrenia at birth are you? Alice Ellis has a nice roll to it don’t you think? O’Keefe is mighty difficult to pare up with anything and not have to repeat it. Even Johnnie, which worked better than most, had to become JOK.
Yes I see I’ve mentioned children again, no I’m sure it’s not my subconscious, no there not christening presents, just stuff I picked up.
Later.
Robert