Steve GannAccording to McGonnigle.
February 1st 2007 10:51
McGonnigle was worse for wear. He had more than a pint or two and he
hadn't eaten much this day. It was a point of honour with McGonnigle
that eatin' an' talkin' took up too much time which could be applied to
the serious business of drinking. So I asked him what he was celebrating this time. Celebratin', he said shaking his head gently from side to side to give himself greater clarity in thinking. Not celebratin'. I'm takin' precautions.
And with that he launched into a very long convoluted explainashion that was as clair as any man could shee. So I took a strong grip of my vodka and lemon and listened carefully to his words, ducking the odd spray or expressive finger used to emphasise and punctuate. McGonnigle was beginning to hit his stride.
According to McGonnigle, John Howard was promising to take care of the water systems of Australia, a sure-fire recipe for disaster. I mean, look you, spouted McGonnigle with great fervour. Look what the silly rabbit has done fer Global Warming! He wants to provide the world with more cullean burning coal. Now does that make any sense, to yer?
Protestant fule.
And he spat ferociously into the fireplace, casting morosely about him for someone to fight. For McGonnigle was a known scrapper, a Black Bog Irish patriot and a union man of at leash't foive generations, as he was won't to tell anyone who was foolish enough to listen.
According to McGonnigle, our lamented Prime Minister was mounted on a fool's errand. Here he was, the bloody great fule, the man who had shingle handed-edly shabotaged any chance Australia had of combating Global Warming. This man who made Australia into a laughing stock over our treatment of refugees. Here was the man, McGonnigle drew breath and realised that he had an almost full glass of brew in his hand. His face brightened and he paused for refreshment his eyes taking on a more vibrant and relaxed tone. I reminded him of where he had left off and so he turned to me in confidence to explain more fully.
McGonnigle's great fear was that if Howard was taking over the water
distribution, then we were all in dire danger. Today water, tomorrow
electricity -- I mean where would it stop. Soon they would be promising
free coal to every household. And then before you know it Howard would
be regulatin' the liquor industry. Nothing would be safe. I thought
carefully about what he was saying and the more I drank, the clearer it
became. McGonnigle was right. Something had to be done.
Boys, said McGonnigle, I knows the answer. We have to take precautions.
So we did. We had another drink!
hadn't eaten much this day. It was a point of honour with McGonnigle
that eatin' an' talkin' took up too much time which could be applied to
the serious business of drinking. So I asked him what he was celebrating this time. Celebratin', he said shaking his head gently from side to side to give himself greater clarity in thinking. Not celebratin'. I'm takin' precautions.
And with that he launched into a very long convoluted explainashion that was as clair as any man could shee. So I took a strong grip of my vodka and lemon and listened carefully to his words, ducking the odd spray or expressive finger used to emphasise and punctuate. McGonnigle was beginning to hit his stride.
According to McGonnigle, John Howard was promising to take care of the water systems of Australia, a sure-fire recipe for disaster. I mean, look you, spouted McGonnigle with great fervour. Look what the silly rabbit has done fer Global Warming! He wants to provide the world with more cullean burning coal. Now does that make any sense, to yer?
Protestant fule.
And he spat ferociously into the fireplace, casting morosely about him for someone to fight. For McGonnigle was a known scrapper, a Black Bog Irish patriot and a union man of at leash't foive generations, as he was won't to tell anyone who was foolish enough to listen.
According to McGonnigle, our lamented Prime Minister was mounted on a fool's errand. Here he was, the bloody great fule, the man who had shingle handed-edly shabotaged any chance Australia had of combating Global Warming. This man who made Australia into a laughing stock over our treatment of refugees. Here was the man, McGonnigle drew breath and realised that he had an almost full glass of brew in his hand. His face brightened and he paused for refreshment his eyes taking on a more vibrant and relaxed tone. I reminded him of where he had left off and so he turned to me in confidence to explain more fully.
McGonnigle's great fear was that if Howard was taking over the water
distribution, then we were all in dire danger. Today water, tomorrow
electricity -- I mean where would it stop. Soon they would be promising
free coal to every household. And then before you know it Howard would
be regulatin' the liquor industry. Nothing would be safe. I thought
carefully about what he was saying and the more I drank, the clearer it
became. McGonnigle was right. Something had to be done.
Boys, said McGonnigle, I knows the answer. We have to take precautions.
So we did. We had another drink!
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