Bedtime musing – betime.
Being a ‘team player’ sort of chap; I tend in my old fashioned way, to think about ‘crew’ as a single unit. To run that unit, much like any aircraft, one must understand ‘the team’ on the paddock. Again like an aircraft, the weaker, less reliable elements need to be protected and the more robust (if I dare use that word) may, when the need arises be worked a little harder, to produce the end result: a win – Inshallah.
But now I must think about both the crew and machinery on offer to GA and, indeed to the airlines, to take Australia back into the winners circle. I’m too long in the tooth now to be buggering about with a rough mob and a dodgy machine; bugger it – grounded.
I am getting to the point: the current crew; or, ‘tiger team’ whatever the hell that is, are second string reserves; however,the machinery is in first class order. The ‘legal’ boys have had decades to work on it, in a sheltered workshop. Being as they are warm, safe, comfy, protected and far from the front line and well paid to boot, they should be. They can on a whim do whatever pleases them best, make it legal and cannot be held to account for any of it; the ‘mystique’ and bamboozling half-baked politico’s covers that angle. So, what have we got to work with? To look forward to:-
Dancing, daring, Darren of the bounding mane, lost in ego with half a brain.
Skidmore of the lupine smile, backsliding and backstabbing all the while.
Halfwit of the bright blue suit, steeped in ‘system’ to deny the truth.
And Beaker, whiskers on, or whiskers off a witless wonder the crowd will scoff.
All enslaved by Murky’s whim, where all can loose but no, not him, protected both from front and rear by those ministers wot hold him dear.
Oh, go to Tamworth the brave and true, repeat again those things you know are true. Have an ale and laugh – a lot – shake the hands of those who don’t give a jot; except for winning in their races; that’s worth a lot. To win your hearts and minds a few short hours, will ensure they will gain the power to do it all again; within the very hour.
A fruitless task, a thankless ask, the results they will be fleeting, another round of pointless bleating, to more deaf ears, at another pointless meeting. When hi-viz replaces the old true blue and pilots numbers are so very few; remember back those days of yore where pilots flew; the rest, dirt poor.
Blame the Guinness and ‘the lad’ both; a bad influence on an aging brain. Don’t know that I can survive – compos – another few years of Darren leading the current first eleven, or is it a Bakers dozen? Can’t remember and not sure I give a rats. If al-maktoob I should wake tomorrow, I may care again. But what a mess; can BJ sort it out? Can the Nats do any better than Albo? Considering - they only have his anointed crew to work with –
Night y’all.
Being a ‘team player’ sort of chap; I tend in my old fashioned way, to think about ‘crew’ as a single unit. To run that unit, much like any aircraft, one must understand ‘the team’ on the paddock. Again like an aircraft, the weaker, less reliable elements need to be protected and the more robust (if I dare use that word) may, when the need arises be worked a little harder, to produce the end result: a win – Inshallah.
But now I must think about both the crew and machinery on offer to GA and, indeed to the airlines, to take Australia back into the winners circle. I’m too long in the tooth now to be buggering about with a rough mob and a dodgy machine; bugger it – grounded.
I am getting to the point: the current crew; or, ‘tiger team’ whatever the hell that is, are second string reserves; however,the machinery is in first class order. The ‘legal’ boys have had decades to work on it, in a sheltered workshop. Being as they are warm, safe, comfy, protected and far from the front line and well paid to boot, they should be. They can on a whim do whatever pleases them best, make it legal and cannot be held to account for any of it; the ‘mystique’ and bamboozling half-baked politico’s covers that angle. So, what have we got to work with? To look forward to:-
Dancing, daring, Darren of the bounding mane, lost in ego with half a brain.
Skidmore of the lupine smile, backsliding and backstabbing all the while.
Halfwit of the bright blue suit, steeped in ‘system’ to deny the truth.
And Beaker, whiskers on, or whiskers off a witless wonder the crowd will scoff.
All enslaved by Murky’s whim, where all can loose but no, not him, protected both from front and rear by those ministers wot hold him dear.
Oh, go to Tamworth the brave and true, repeat again those things you know are true. Have an ale and laugh – a lot – shake the hands of those who don’t give a jot; except for winning in their races; that’s worth a lot. To win your hearts and minds a few short hours, will ensure they will gain the power to do it all again; within the very hour.
A fruitless task, a thankless ask, the results they will be fleeting, another round of pointless bleating, to more deaf ears, at another pointless meeting. When hi-viz replaces the old true blue and pilots numbers are so very few; remember back those days of yore where pilots flew; the rest, dirt poor.
Blame the Guinness and ‘the lad’ both; a bad influence on an aging brain. Don’t know that I can survive – compos – another few years of Darren leading the current first eleven, or is it a Bakers dozen? Can’t remember and not sure I give a rats. If al-maktoob I should wake tomorrow, I may care again. But what a mess; can BJ sort it out? Can the Nats do any better than Albo? Considering - they only have his anointed crew to work with –
Night y’all.