Meet the Rellos

Well I survived quiet remarkably well the meeting with Mary Boyle. Yes luncheon at the now rather ho hum Kirribilli Club worked as comfortably as if I had been with my own family and in a sense I guess I was. Hugh and I made a grand late entry after the supporting cast had been well assembled. My school chum and apparent relative John McMillan, obviously on point, met us at the identity machine and guided us to a balcony table of soon to be best friends were we were warmly received. In addition to Mary and her husband Patrick were Cathy Mackney and her husband John whose real name is Hugh, Richard Mackney who it appears had travelled from Lismore on Barney Rubble (REX Airlines for those not so intimate with rural Australian airlines) for this event. His daughter and her husband whose names have escaped me along with that of John McMillan's wife who Mary, bless her practicing catholic heart assured me was a professor.

There may even have been others but wedged between machine gun Mary's repartee and Cathy's equal to my own chatter I had little opportunity to take in the peripheries. Even John, who was integral to this event, saw or at least heard little of me and it was not till they were leaving that I fully comprehended the relationship to his professorial wife. Of course I loved every moment of this indulgence with its promise of further excess until these new friends learn like my own indulgent family to give only my due.

Richard Mackney was the surprise, looking twenty years his junior, he commandeered a spoon on glass moment late in the day to eulogise our father who he obviously admired very much, is it any wonder I felt among family. Add to this the quantities of alcohol consumed and propensity to bridge walk, Queen Elisabeth 2 was arriving at five, I felt most at home.

I look forward to our next encounter and am already booked for St. Patricks day very soon I believe. Mary as I recall has promised in the mean time to solve all of my problems if I can just remember and list them. This gives me a great sense of ease in which I shall find it impossible to make a list - problems solved. Aren't there already a lot of Saint Marys. I know there's one in Sydney near that swimming pool and skate board track and another in Denmark.

Not much more I can wring out of that and I dare not speak of the heat wave least Kelly have a bad reaction and come out in hives. I could harp on about Bunning's numbers and how their bragging about takings this day in comparison to the same day last year look to me incredibly similar to their price hikes. Numbers that are so similar to those I experience at the supermarket and bowser but are still no match for those coming in from the real estate agent. Get into the rental market, that's what I want to tell them but they don't listen to me. The dock is full of bats and I'm not at all comfortable with our return policy when it comes to the same. I recon they should at least be in their original plastic packaging and without those scorch marks.

People are beginning to worry about Pete. How he ever reached such heights in the political structure is a tribute to our equal opportunity regime. More spasticus than Ian Dury ever imagined and with only two expressions angry and angrier that made the original A. Anderson look like the angel Gabriel what fool ever imagined he qualified as a schmoosing two faced con artist politician. I'd be prepared to offer good odds that even the Real Estate institute would have rejected him. The beds are burning indeed. Lucky for the Rodster, ah Rudbot, ah Prime Monster and his Labour (not) Party they still have the health reform policy and Tony Abbot to fall back on.

Well that's me on politics (preventable of course like the brown dog tics but requiring vigilance, do beware of lymes disease).

Um loves, This sounds a lot like Aunty

Cathy and Mary

From right anti clockwise: Richard Mackney, Hugh O'Keefe, Professor McMillan, John McMillan, John (not Hugh) Um (not Mackney), Mary Boyle, Cathy no longer Mackney< Robert O'Keefe

Turned inside out with Patrick (not Boyle) darkly added