Dear reader we would have liked to keep you informed on what transpired between out three anti- heroes and their nemesis Sophie (of the Fair Work Commission Mirabella) over Christmas. 

But urgent work in the ‘Dumbass region’ of Ukraine kept us busy.

So busy that we were unable to deliver our Christmas special, had to cancel our New Year’s Eve special and instead had to concentrate on matters in hand. Principally as brokers between ‘big Vlad’ and those oligarchs left in Russia that hadn’t fallen out of windows. Our mission to stop oligarchs and kleptocrats in the regime from falling over, falling out, suiciding or just dying faster than any first nation’s people in who finds themselves as a client in any of our corrective facilities.

 

The trouble with Russia, is we were never too sure how successful we were. We did a white board meeting, power point presentations and all matter of discussion papers and working groups to determine why so many of Russia’s finest were falling out of very highish windows.

Was it something they ate?

could it be the cold weather?

are they naturally depressive?

 or maybe just the long-term effects of vodka?

 Either way we were happy that our report, ‘Oligarchic deaths outside custody’ is being tabled in the Russian parliament and we hope will have as much success as the findings of the Aboriginal Deaths in Custody Royal Commission that has had a real impact of deaths by misadventure in the Australian justice system. All the indices are up which points to positive growth. Proof that we in Australia are world beaters and have much to teach our misunderstood friends in Russia.

A win win for corrective services and the shareholders who manage these excellent facilities.  In this light we still have much to learn. But with Russia and our friends in China were glad of the prospect of further efficiencies in the inputs and output’s per se.

 

But back to the story, did we leave Sophie as a bundled heap at the approach of the de Havilland dragon rapide? Or did we take our chances and take her along?

 

We’d like to tell you but the postponed Christmas special and the pcbycp New Year’s Eve extravaganza has put our editorial staff offside and were hoping to find someone who will proofread the latest edition. We had to sack them all as a consequence of being an offshoot of twitter and so far, as we know our new CEO who goes by the name of Egon is in no mood to re- employ the staff whilst they entertain notions of equity and transparency. We’re a little sympathetic to our staff but have told them they can’t all be on managing director salaries when we only employ three people, WE sought some advice from the State premier Mr Andrews and in this regard and he implied that any executive working on a planned infrastructure for the year 2525 needed massive salaries to stay incentivised, otherwise they wouldn’t give it their maximum input. WE tried to tell our remining staff that they would be put on executive bonuses to the managers of snowy 2.0 and the NBN and they rejected it as ‘tokenism’. We’re hoping our new CEO will listen to their updated requirements and sack them just the same.

 

It’s a new year and 2023 bodes well for billionaire CEO’s and empathy.

 

They alone can save the world’s problems, cos they have a lot of money. And we’ve been told that’s what makes the world go round. Sophie tried to tell us the same, so what’s there to worry about.

 

Oligarchs falling from windows?

 

That’s a good start to 2023.

 

More on Sophie in the next episode, but for now content yourself with summer reading and the happy thought that our pcbycp Christmas carols and yuletide event calendar will be posted to you just as soon as we can clear the backlog from the baggage handlers.  Elon has sacked them too, but in the interests of efficiencies, it’s a big tick for streamlining, and wages growth.

 

Signs of optimism and good things in store?

 

As a teaser, we can tell you this much; We lifted off, the Rotodyne whirring into action and though a bit heavier with the gold and the trussed-up body of a fattish thing we were able to outpace the dragon and took an northerly course to Darwin. As the compass had been broken, and one of us had a phone, we relied on Terry’s knowledge of the sun, and the direction of the old stock route, in actual fact we were flying blind, but no less blind than Elon and CEO’s anywhere who think they have a handle on things. There’s an open window, and if you’re not careful you might fall, be pushed or by some hidden impulse, just jump.

 

Either way it aint gonna be a happy landing.

 

Will we entirely get away, will Sophie get out of this bind

 

Are her bindings tight enough?

 

Find out in the next presumptive episode,

 

Bound and gagged, but still working for Elon.

 

Or bound up buggered and bound for nowhere is as good as its ever gonna get.