Tragic decision by the Johnson Govt to showcase the inaugural AUK-WARD meeting banquet with British Baked Beans. The subsequent explosion on untested Australian digestive systems was inflammatory.
An alternate venue, (and Menu) was found at Yarallumla for PM’s Barby.
We return to our description of a meeting between Australia’s most powerful man, ‘Dutto’ and his former aide, also very powerful in her own right, Sophie, ‘is that a professor in your back paddock’? Mirabella. With our heroes entwined, entombed and incognito, this could be their last chance. Will the dice roll in their direction? Or is the dice loaded? Or is the dice fluffy, hanging from the rear vision mirror of Sophie’s taxpayer funded Fair Work Commissioner car? Find out in the next implausibly improbable episode. Read on….
The two were in deep discussion. They were particularly interested in the “ usefulness” and continued role of ‘Benny-boy’, who sat right behind us. And we pondered our fate. We all sat poised perilously high on perpendicular pillars placed prosaically parallel to a place perceptively pronounced in our penultimate paroxysm of our pending personal and professionally plausible predicament.
Side-ways view of four most powerful people since the Yalta Conference determining that none amongst them were personally responsible for the baked beans incident nor the fall of Singapore.
Sophie was conferring with Dutto on the future of Australia’s, greatest soldier, (EVER)
‘Yeah, but he’s changed, and I think he knows too much’. Sophie tapped the butt of another sobrani as she methodically offered one to Dutto, ‘Perhaps he might be liquidated with em’.
Four most powerful people in the South Pacific ‘per se’, at this point of time sign the AUK-WARD agreement and the Southern Pacific Economic White- paper, (SPEW) before enjoying the PM’s Barby.
Dutto accepting her offer, sniffed the cigarette and engaged his own lighter, a gold piece with “regards Twiggy” inscribed on the case, “What about the driver’? He looked at Terry who sat stone- like and impassive at the controls of the light rail conveyance. Terry didn’t flinch. But presumably he could hear the conversation as well. ‘He’s the one who picked you up didn’t he? Does he know too much also’? . Sophie turned towards us again, before blowing a perfect smoke-ring of blue-tinged vapour that lofted listlessly into the crepuscular gloom. “You could be right, when he picked us up he knew a bit about the 1950’s, and not much else, but I think he’s wise to the fact that we no longer represent the atomic energy commission and the government. As far as I can see, him seeing you , and Benny Boy with those idiots he’s perhaps a bit of a liability also”.
Dutto nodded, and from his left hand breast pocket he produced a little notebook, Names? He commanded, Sophie interjected; “Oh I’ll tell you, but I can assure you thinking of the recent decision to appoint another military has-been to a higher office, these people, are of no consequence. But first let’s deal with the preliminaries. I’ll liquidate them provided you give me the formula my agency had been looking for’.
‘Still working for Xi? I see’ , smiled Dutto.
Sophie was quick to counter with a savage; “ just like Queensland police in the old days everyone has their price”?
PM’s barby was a great fancy dress occasion that ran to schedule without any stuff ups, ( attributed to PM being absent as he is at other crucial moments in Australian political and social life).
Dutto sneered, and flicked the ash from his lapel. Don be too cocky Sophie, Ive got a file on you as long as a waiting list for Covid Antigen testing. My mates in ASIO would be eager to air some dirty laundry, and by the looks of it, your laundry basket is pretty full’.
‘Well then Dutto, Ive got a file from what you were up to in the good old days before Terry Lewis left the Queensland’s finest that’d make Prince Andrews anticipated memoirs look like a preamble to Noddy. As to what really happened, so don’t come the prim schoolboy wth me Dutto. You were happy to get involved at the start and didn’t care where the money was coming from’!
‘Yeah, but that was before your mate Andrew Robb sold the port of Darwin, that was a step too far and we’ve been back- pedalling ever since!
Another great quad leadership team, Noddy, Big- Ears, Mr Plod and Biggles save the people of Toy-town from the naughty non- law abiding Golly, (an anti Vaxxer from Queensland) who after all we’ve done for him, is still ungrateful!
Yeah right! Sophie changed her tone by back pedalling forward; ‘long time you’ve ridden a bicycle Constable Dutton. Much reform with the Qld Police force these days’?
Dutto resented the constant slur Sophie made against the Queensland’s finest. It made Dutto’s dome glow more vividly in the pale light. . ‘There is if you have the right connections’, and sneering at Sophie, tossed a half drunk can of XXXX at her. It was a significantly Queensland-ish kinda way of showing disapproval..
Dutto’s can of FOURX, though corroded through intense radioactivity encountered at Maralinga is now part of “Preparing for war exhibition” at AWM.
What are Dutto’s connections? Will they be enough to save our heroes from Sophies MP40? Or are they a prelude to something worse. Find out in our next plausibly implausible episode; ‘It’s a bald-head and a bald-faced lie that wont lie straight’, or, ‘Polish a chrome dome and it’ll out- shine what’s held within’ ….