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18th Mar 2012, 08:47
This week was a reminder of life when it was uneventful and before the invention of the new economy. Although it must be granted that before this, things were pretty much the same. Some recall Vietnam and misplaced intentions there, as in Afghanistan today, thus after a subcontinental version of Mai Lai occurred recently, all dutifully mumbled about staying the course or some similar fluffery, so the Girrard merely gave us some platitudes about endeavouring to keep on keeping on’ or something similar that appears to have been borrowed from a Clint Eastwood film, but Josey Wales the Girrard is not. Don Carr gave a good impression of a clown head featuring at the toss a ball sideshow and intoned about cheap hypnotists at the circus, acknowledging what we all knew anyhow. We await a recital of the Getty’s Burg Address. Name calling amongst the haves continued and a few more of the crowd were given tickets to the new economy. Nobody knows how to get the retail bus restarted and the punters are staying away from the end of season shows and don’t need the buses anyway.
Swannie continues to in tone about things laborious and has nearly mastered the strange dialect of mumbo jumbo spoken by various mandarins and other clerical circus support acts. It is a curious thing but one does have the impression that bean-counters rule the world and unless some form of statistic or gross number is attached to any utterance or media jaunt nothing can be said, it seems a plain English version of anything cannot be had which merely confirms the impression that it is all bollocks anyway. So much for international trade and globalisation. To persons aeronautical used to doing the odd number play, it does not add up and just sounds like some perverse version of the Drag formula.
On a lighter side, the old comedy routine ‘Abbott and Costello’ nearly got a re-run as an act at the big Circus but was canned at the last minute, which has audiences relieved all over OZ, as it meant endless repeats of the ‘whose on base gag’, this no doubt greatly pleased the producers of the Gruen Planet who can concentrate on the real world exposes they do so well and as usual left the Canberra Peanut Gallery in confusion and having to resort to talking to only other Peanuts.
Nothing tragic involving aeroplanes occurred and so everyone got to go home to their families safely which is always a great result at the end of the working day. Nothing eventful happened elsewhere in the world aeronautical and Ringmaster Albo continues to struggle with an unknown respiratory tract problem that renders him speechless on any subject aeronautically related. Sydney real estate followers were more in frenzy about more modest forms of transport and everybody has switched off ‘Badgerys’s Creek’ as the footy season really got underway. United intends to run the Dreamliner against the 480 across the Pacific which should be an interesting contest, who knows both might be duds. St Alan continues with the casting of the runes and a search for the means to release him from the hairshirt he wears. The price of the magic A1 remains volatile on the upside as the jargon goes, supply remain troublesome and things Middle Eastern uncertain except to those who live there. Further North the Chinese Oscars are still continuing and Mr Wu is unavailable for comment.
That’s it from Oz, until next week.
Swannie continues to in tone about things laborious and has nearly mastered the strange dialect of mumbo jumbo spoken by various mandarins and other clerical circus support acts. It is a curious thing but one does have the impression that bean-counters rule the world and unless some form of statistic or gross number is attached to any utterance or media jaunt nothing can be said, it seems a plain English version of anything cannot be had which merely confirms the impression that it is all bollocks anyway. So much for international trade and globalisation. To persons aeronautical used to doing the odd number play, it does not add up and just sounds like some perverse version of the Drag formula.
On a lighter side, the old comedy routine ‘Abbott and Costello’ nearly got a re-run as an act at the big Circus but was canned at the last minute, which has audiences relieved all over OZ, as it meant endless repeats of the ‘whose on base gag’, this no doubt greatly pleased the producers of the Gruen Planet who can concentrate on the real world exposes they do so well and as usual left the Canberra Peanut Gallery in confusion and having to resort to talking to only other Peanuts.
Nothing tragic involving aeroplanes occurred and so everyone got to go home to their families safely which is always a great result at the end of the working day. Nothing eventful happened elsewhere in the world aeronautical and Ringmaster Albo continues to struggle with an unknown respiratory tract problem that renders him speechless on any subject aeronautically related. Sydney real estate followers were more in frenzy about more modest forms of transport and everybody has switched off ‘Badgerys’s Creek’ as the footy season really got underway. United intends to run the Dreamliner against the 480 across the Pacific which should be an interesting contest, who knows both might be duds. St Alan continues with the casting of the runes and a search for the means to release him from the hairshirt he wears. The price of the magic A1 remains volatile on the upside as the jargon goes, supply remain troublesome and things Middle Eastern uncertain except to those who live there. Further North the Chinese Oscars are still continuing and Mr Wu is unavailable for comment.
That’s it from Oz, until next week.