Anyway, for months there I was wandering around town with a handbag full of stickers, occasionally* surreptitiously affixing one to a convenient toilet wall or telegraph pole. And then the show was gone and suddenly it seemed like a bit of a waste of time to stick any more stickers anywhere. Which left me with about 40 spare stickers. And happily, as you can see, my contribution to arts and culture in Australia lives on, albeit in Switzerland where I don't watch the Glass House (plus no one knows or cares what it is), where I don't vote, and when it's too late to save the show anyway.
Sigh.
* ridiculously frequently
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Hi Robyn,
Nice blog, i'll make sure i follow it up from time to time, to catch up with your rants, i mean, updates. :) As for the bayonet, now that you live in Europe, you should get used to everyone carrying or storing weapons of differnt kinds, including knives, guns, rifles, cannons, surface to air missiles etc. Even a neutral country like Switzerland likes to play war games and you should at least feel protected !
As for the Glass House, if you don't have a copy of the DVD set, feel free to send me your new mailing address and i'll send over a copy, including the Ozzie flag to put above your bed or at least somewhere in the room. We can't take it to rock concerts in Oz anymore, perhaps you can find it a better home...
Well, we were asked to intervene in the matter of the glasshouse, given our fondness for conservatories, but when informed it was only a TV show, and not a home improvement one at that, we declined.
We feel that the government of the day may stack the board of the BBC, I mean ABC, with whatever toadies it chooses, and for that matter may take anyone else whom it doesn't like out the back and shoot them. In the absence of talent, one has to exercise one's power ruthlessly -- just ask Maggie.
More recently we were asked to petition that awful American fellow George to have an Orstralian released from a concentration camp near Cuba. Again we declined, but only because we think that keeping the poor chap there for another year is a jolly way to get rid of that loathsome hobbit Johnnie at the elections. We brought our chaps home long ago y'know.
Well I have to be going away again now -- gin on the terrace.
I would just like to point out that it is currently about 9.45am in Sunny England. By which I mean that it is far too early in the day for heads of state to be boozing it up on the terrace (or anywhere else for that matter). I assume that the only possible explanation is that HM is boozing it up her capacity as Queen of Orstralia, where it is a far more respectable time in the mid evening.
Oh that is SO hoi polloi.
We orften have a snifter after breakfast (and with breakfast) -- a lesson from dear old Winnie who as you know won the war for us on a daily bottle of champers for breakfast. One can experience a thirst at anytime. As a matter of fact, one has it now. [pulls cord; sound of distant tinkling] Fortescue! Fortescue! . . . make it a double . . . it's not just us you know -- one hears that dreary Janette is a bugger for the bottle . . . well, we're becoming tired so you may go away now.
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