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Dear Kell,
Just back from a long cooperate style lunch with Alice where we were joined by Hugh on the Champs Blues Point at Café Imbroglio to feast on Mums Spaghetti and Meat Balls in gorgeous autumn sunshine. Wish you were here where things are much the same except that this arty type photographer, Bill Henson, has managed to light a fire under the loonies bringing them out in droves to rant about the fragile margin between art, and pornography and the application of censorship in relation to paedophilia. Even silly Mr. Rodd has let himself be drawn in. The vehemence and duration of this argument (5 days and still counting) has this mite, when kneeling to pray before bed, adding the addendum ' thank you Lord for not making me a paedophile’. Don’t know why I never included it before really. Makes me wonder whatever happened to the pulling power of Fascist Dictator, Holocaust, Genocide, or even Commie, words which once would have roused similar interest but seem to have fallen from the modern psyche.

We breathlessly await world youth day, what a shame you can’t be here. Contractors have been bulldozing a path from the Quay to Randwick Racecourse for pilgrims who are also expected to swarm ‘Bridge Climb’ where it’s rumoured Mary MacKillop may appear with discount cures for poverty and similar twenty first century plagues. Over at St Andrews the Jensen brothers whilst not welcoming the papists have agreed not to contest the election nor pray for rain.

Footballers, who never seem to be able to sort out their differences no matter how often they win or loose, continue to do battle and NSW are one up in the state of origin though if states had anything to do with it, it would be New Zealand one up on Tonga. Your old friend Mr. Daly is now an apprentice commentator who as it turns out can thread two words together and is working on a third. By the way he now has a lot more hair and of a darker hue than before obviously a result of his new non-playing stress free career. Our Hollywood star and his billionaire mate, Russ and Pete, are finding it difficult to get the South’s script on track. Russ is trying to get George (Clooney) to play half back but is having difficulty explaining what seems such a negative position in americaneese.

Have to close and run now. Take care of Cat; she’s such an innocent you know. Looking forward to hearing from you and give Cat my number in case she needs to call when she’s feeling low.

Lots of love

Aunty R