My Idea

What an idea “if peace broke down” bit like peace breaking out I suppose. Don’t you wonder sometimes at what defence experts, you know admirals, major generals and the like, say. Is it really believable that billions needs to be spent on new aircraft for our defence? I guess it must be but do you find yourself as incredulous as I when spokespersons for Chief Air Vice Marshall’s, who need so many words to describe their title and spokespersons too, come up with statements that include the phrase “if peace broke down”? Couldn’t we just call a; repairman, psychiatrist, or the lord if you like? I wouldn’t be surprised if that nice girl at AAMI offered an insurance policy against peace breakdown and if she didn’t I’m sure NRMA or NIB would be hot for a piece of the action. Billion dollar Raptors purchased just in case sounds just like boys toys to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in favour of armed services that provide valuable employment - or social security - to a large group who I would rather not see homeless, roaming the streets in gangs or competing with me for my scarce employment opportunities. Surely however they could be kept engaged with computer games. I believe X-BOX is very good these days and has a quite life like Raptor game. I keep hearing how Aussie geeks are much sought after in cyber-industry space. It’s not as if the billions spent on Raptors finds its way, like those spent on coal and iron ore, back into Aussie pockets. No as I see it the armaments industry can do without our succour just as the bicycle industry must.

That’s all I have to say about that but never mind your sighs, I’ve plenty more to say. You probably think that comfortably cocooned here in my gentleman’s lodgings and not invited with my intellectual peers to 2020 summit that I would bliss out on underbelly and thinking I could dance like some Bunnings zombie and you might be right if “Come Together” by the Beatles and “Devil Eyes” by Tim Buckley have their way.

Well that was Saturday or sometime, I dunno, now here on Tuesday night exhausted by family extravagances and ex wives I’m revived by The Beach Boys’ Way Down in Cocomo. Did I say Beach Boys, me, the one who has already selected the Zapper tracks to be played at his wake – interspersed with Hendricks Prince of course – could I be a late blooming fan of Good Vibrations. Next thing you know I’ll be making death bed confessions.

You already know that my big idea would have been for all stairs to be down only, especially for our seniors and if that worked it would only be a small step to all hills down for cyclists. I haven’t had a chance to see if anyone came up with anything better. I’ve been pressed for time however I did find time to read Annabel Crabb’s piece on moving Kevin and Earth in Monday’s Herald and I was certainly moved. I’m prepared to say here that if Annabel were to write the whole Herald I could not be happier though the work load may weigh upon her happiness and impinge her sense of humour so perhaps it could be written by graduates of the Annabel Crabb School of Journalism.

That’s all for now, as I say I’m very busy. Thanks to all for a magic day on Sunday, lets do it again soon

Love,

Robert