This is more like it.After two days whining about interruptions to blogging, I am back in my stride. Every task again has its allotted time slot. Add to that a glorious and warm near-spring day and thing's couldn't be much better.
Which is more than New South Wales politician John Brogden can say.
During three years as state opposition leader, he lagged way behind the crafty, skilled and experienced state Premier Bob Carr. His chances of winning the next election were slim to say the least.
He must have thought it was his birthday when unexpectedly, Carr announced his resignation to spend more time with his wife.
In comes Morris Iemma as Premier. A politician so unknown that his party had to launch an ad campaign poking fun of his name so that people would know how to pronounce it. For the first time, Brogden has a real chance of becoming state Premier.
What does he do? He celebrates. In fact he celebrated so much that he got drunk, made sexist and racist remarks about Bob Carr's Malaysian born wife, calling her a "mail-order bride" and other remarks that the media will not mention.
But wait - there's more.
Wonder Boy, then pinches the bottom of a female journalist and propositions another. Yesterday he was forced to resign.
I wonder if he is sitting in his spa bath, sipping a beer summing up his Premiership aspirations by singing, "I got stoned and missed it."
More posts throughout the day
Wherever you may be - be safe.
