Friday, 25th April, 2008

"Of course, the people who should really be honoured and remembered are the conscientious objectors," I muttered to myself as I sipped my first cup of tea this morning. "Mummy, please don't say that outside of this house," my daughter urged.

It's Anzac Day and Gallipoli is the word du jour. It's a serious business: dawn service followed by march-up, two-up, piss-up and throw-up. I'm feeling like throwing up, myself. Olympic Torch Relay Thursday, Anzac Day Friday - and we've hardly recovered from the flag waving of Invasion Day. Daren't put the radio or TV on lest the long arm of patriotism reaches out and grabs me by the throat. Fortunately I've got a DVD of Absolutely Fabulous to watch. Patsy and Edina, I salute you!

I've been quite pleased with our PM thus far. His overseas trip showed the lad's got balls: he told President Shrub that Oz is pulling troops out of Iraq; told Her Maj that Oz will become a republic; and told the Chinese (IN MANDARIN!) that they were perhaps being a teensy weensy bit unkind to other fellow human beings.

Onya, Kev! Now, if you could just arrange for free dental care ...