Carnt understand what’s happened to the Libs – since when was it ok for the Church of England at Prayer – sorry the party of Ming and old Easter Island face – to be run by Catholics – for Godsake?!

At times like this, when I’m distressed I generally go to the Royals – tonight I’ll be setling down in front of the TV with a good bottle of Scotch and remembering Kanga.

God Save the Queen, for I fear nothing will save you know who…….

The Old Carnt.

Dear The Old Carnt,

On the matter of THREE Catholics battling it out for the right to lose the next election – didn’t surprise me. Catholics will go for anything – ANY time, ANY place….KJ.

Had a lovely cuppa this morning watching Abbott’s presser. I was intrigued to note that Tony presented himself as The Great Healer – we all had a good laugh about that one, but then some young smarty pants in the office said how good this result would be for The Rev Kev.

Between you and I KJ, I’m not so sure about this because now the Libs have had their fun there’s a real danger one of your journalistic friends might actually ask me to explain our ETS policy.

AND frankly KJ, I dread that moment because really like the rest of the nation I havn’t a clue how it will work!

Any chance of another Lib leadership struggle before tea time?

Anyone seen Bill Heffernan?

God Bless Australia,

The Rev Kev.

Dear The Rev Kev,

Funny you should ask about Bill H. As you know, he comes from down my way – Junee. He was last seen in the Telstra Shop in Wagga trying to find ’something’ he’d be able to start twatting on.

‘Gotta keep up with things,’ he told the young assistant.

NOW, this is your major problem. Looks like you may have to front an election campaign very soon. Which means NO trips to have your photo taken with other statesmen who are also buggering up THEIR ETS’s.

INSTEAD, it’s six weeks of running around THIS boring country. Yes, it’s back to donning those hard and net hats to meet ordinary working people on building sites and in cheese factories. Yuk!

It has become clear today that you my ‘friend of the chair’ WILL NOT be able to stand before the 456,789 delegates and say: I AM THE REV KEV FROM THE BIG COUNTRY THAT GAVE THIS LITTLE COUNTRY THE BEAUTIFUL MARY DONALDSON AND WE HAVE A GREAT LITTLE ETS. BEAT THAT!

So…..tell the truth……just how cranky are ya?

KJ.

Dear Libby Pearls,

And that was that….KJ.

Dear The Knuckle,

As an Act Of Courage I’ll say: ‘I know…..’
KJ.

Saw the post about Mr Abbott being semi-naked.

Made me feel a bit off.

Movember going well but no sponsors as yet….

Back upstairs to the man-eatin’ doona (where the climate NEVER changes).

Dear The Knuckle,
I’ve just done my sums – they show that Movember has about 8 hours to run. Let’s just hope that YOUR prostate won’t ever need funding. KJ.

As a life long Liberal I just absolutely must say that at the weekend I saw one of the most exciting sights I’ve ever seen in this Big Brown land – Tony Abbott with his shirt off.

Usually when looking at Tony I find my eyes drawn to his remarkable ears that appear to keep on growing. But, with the news footage of him stripped to the waist, my peepers went straight to his six pack.

Girls – I know who’s got my vote, even if the world is ending.

Yours hot and very excited,

Libby Pearls.

Libby Pearls,

Yours cold and flat, KJ.

The Rev Kev’s been keeping his head down recently. He thinks the other side is doing such a fantastic job that – out of the deepest respect – it’s only proper that he does something entirely uncharacteristic: keeps his mouth tightly shut.

As a very wise man once said: The Almighty works in exceeding strange and wondrous ways.

God Save Australia,

The Rev Kev.

PS: Congratulations on the tea blog – wonderful timing for the Government’s Sensible Drinking Over Christmas Campaign. I had an alcoholic beverage once, and it only got me into trouble.

The Rev Kev,

KJ.

I love her Father.
Of course, you love your Sister, son.
I love her Father, but not as a Sister but as a Woman!

During my convalescence (it is NOT a nervy KJ) perhaps you could try your hands at a few scripts.

In the little town of Leeton, the radio audience was addicted to Portia Faces Life and similar soapies, but the station manager was tired of buying scripts by weight.

The arrival of a new professional scriptwriter, an itinerant who has been driven from every town in which he has had a gig, captures the imagination of every local.

The professional relationship of Aunt Kerrie Jean and Jim, a tyro writer, adds spice to the plot.

[I have asked Peter Falk to fly into Leeton to offer his artistic advice.]

http://www.flixster.com/movie/tune-in-tomorrow

Good to be back……

Get me hot water and tea bags – and PLENTY OF IT!