The Long Awaited return
Yes I am back and once again full of vinegar and sin, not to mention a healthy dose of bad manners.
Lots been happening in the life of Todd lately. For those unaware, the future first female Prime Minister turned one and is running around madly. Spawn number two is due in November actually during the first test of the season so he or she will obviously be a cricket fan.
On the homefront, the boss and I have sold our house and are in the process of buying a new one in Griffin. Little further up the road, but thankfuly we are moving out of the Socialist Workers Paradise of Wayne Swann’s Lilley and moving up to Teresa Gambaro’s Economic co-prosperity sphere of Petrie.
On the political side, I am still a little non-plussed about the options. I still prefer Howard, despite much of what he is trying to push through to assuage the sensibilities of the idiot latte set. Personally I can’t see any normal bloke going for that prissy little bitch Rudd. The man, and I use the term losely, reminds me of the type of screaming little woofter who would dob you in to teacher for slinging a durry behind the shelter shed. And then run off to teacher to complain when you gave him a well deserved thrashing.
I just can’t warm to the bloke at all. This is despite the fact that I am a card carrying, dyed in the wool conservative, though if you believe the political ads of Kevin 07, so is he, but I just think he is too much of the Teacher nominated school prefect.
I won’t write Howard’s obituary just yet. The old feller has a fight or two left in him and I think he has seen off sterner talent than Kevvy-boy. I guess we just wait and see.
Though I do have a personal reason to see Howard get back in. I was married to my darling bride on the night of the last election and I woke up the next morning and turned on the A(LP)BC radio.
Even though I was married and had a fantastic night, had watched Howard flog the bovver boy back to bankstown, and basically had a grin from ear to ear, I listened to the ravings of the luvvies on the wireless, bitterly complaining about the narrow mindedness of the Australian population. I heard the gnashing of teeth and the wringing of arms and legs in desparation at how stupid their fellow voters had been in not listening to them and following their lead.
And I felt even better.