G’day Mates,Ozzy here, scratchin’ me head in bewilderment. After...

G’day Mates,

Ozzy here, scratchin’ me head in bewilderment. After this big fat capital raise that should’ve stirred up more noise than a thunderstorm in the Top End, it’s quieter than a deserted waterhole at noon.

Not a whisper, not a word. You’d think with all that dosh being thrown around, there’d be a fair bit of yarn spinning in the outback, but crikey, it’s as silent as a dingo tiptoeing through the bush.You’d expect at least a bit of a chinwag, some speculation or even a few tall tales over the campfire about where all that capital’s headed.

But nah, nothing. It’s like we’ve all wandered into some forgotten gully, where even the cheeky galahs have lost their voice.It’s got me wondering, are we all just watching and waiting to see what comes out of the scrub?

Or has everyone gone walkabout? This isn’t the time to be as quiet as a mouse with a belly full of cheese! Let’s get the banter going, share some thoughts, and maybe stir up a bit of dust ourselves.

So, come on, you lot, don’t be shy.

Throw your two bobs in, and let’s get the chatter crackling like a good bushfire. After all, the only way to make sense of the silence is to break it. Let's not sit around like a bunch of stunned mullets, let's get to talkin'!

Cheers,Ozzy