We are paying 30 percent more for everything, says For Pete's Sake.
I said I'm sweating like a... (begins with r and ends with t).
We are playing word games.
It's a trip down memory lane, again.
I can mark the spot where the pigs pulled me over on my motorbike.
They got me for unregistered and unlicensed.
But they never got the crims who nearly bashed me to death in my sleep.
That's not sexy enough. It requires too much time and resourses.
Generating revenue is far more gratifying than finding someone who bashed someone else in a caravan park.
Pete wants a rewind.
'Back to the days of the First Nation (think he said aboriginals), for 40 000 years they lived in harmony with the land, they were custodians...'
At about this time I'm tuning out, looking for another station.
I didn't have the heart to tell him how they hunted the giant kangaroo to extinction.
It just wasn't the right time.
This was Pete's time on the pulpit, and I was respecting that.
I needed to be known not only as a talker but a good listener.
