A couple of conversations...
Fat controller: Hi Lynne, I thought you had your spam filter set to max so you didn't see those?
Cloth-eared nuff-nuff: One got through from Bracksy. Anyway mate, gonna have to fine you $10m
Fat controller: Yeah no worries, cheque's in the mail
Cloth-eared nuff-nuff: Thanks mate, see you for a glass of Chardy next Thursday
Fat controller: Hey Lynne, the usual?
Cloth-eared nuff-nuff: Yeah, thanks Bruce
Fat controller: You know, we're struggling to meet financial targets this month
Cloth-eared nuff-nuff: Oh dear, how much are you short?
Fat controller: Umm, about $10m will cover it
Cloth-eared nuff-nuff: No worries mate, cheque's in the mail! Cheers!
Fat controller: Cheers!
While we're talking about The Age, have a look at Alan Attwood's comments...
I have a dream in which an army of commuters - all of us from the 8.17 or 8.33 or the 8.44 via the Loop - stream out of Parliament Station, past the newspaper guy and Louis the Big Issue vendor, and head not to our offices but across Spring Street to the steps of Parliament House. There we gather in an angry mass, serried ranks of pent-up frustration, doing a Peter Finch and declaring we're mad as hell and are NOT going to take it any more.
I'm up for it, anybody else want to join in with Alan's protest?