G'day Cobbers.
Down around Brissie, me mates are busy as a blowie in a bottle getting ready for Alfie, the cyclone that is, not the footballer. They haven't had one for about 50 years. So it's a big deal.
Best of luck, Cobbers.
We were having a bit of a yarn in the Back Bar last night, up here in the "Curry" and some one asked one of the "big questions", like who's the best Country and Western singer? and how big is the biggest croc ever caught?
Then somebody (who shall remain nameless) piped up and asked,"Who's the best dressed Australian pollie?" Politician that is, not parrot, you goose.
Well, straight up, Gus, who drives a truck for Glencore said, in solemn tones, "Ya can't beat Big Boof, since he started wearin' Italian suits and Gucci glasses, he's the ants pants."
All the Labor blokes sniffed and said, "Nah, he's just copying the Italian suits from Paul Keating, with his Zegnas."
Another bloke, Richo, works for Glencore as well and never seen without a clipboard: "Nah, Bob Menzies in his double breasted had them all done to a dinner."
Then an old skinny bloke, Johnno, our town SP bookie, piped up, "I know, it's our own bloke down in Brissie, L'il Davey."
Light-bulbs went on all around the bar, the gathered community nodded sagely, "Yep, L'il Davey's got them all beat."
I thought about that TV interview I saw of our Premier in front of the SES headquarters at Kedron in Brisbane. Johnno was right. David Criss looked neat as a pin and cool as a cucumber talking to a young lass from the ABC TV. White Bisley business shirt, a Fersace silk tie so neatly tied, neat sombre suit from Mitchell Ogilvie in the CBD. I couldn't see his shoes, but I bet he'd shined them himself that morning.
His Mum up in Innisfail must be proud of her boy made good - although I bet she thought he should've stayed in Innisfail and run the family's cane farm instead of going off to Surfers on the Glitter Strip. They know a thing or three about Cyclones up in Innisfail, they hit that tiny little town regular as a Japanese train. They don't measure rain in millimetres in Innisfail, more like metres.
No wonder Davey looked neat and cool, He must've been thinking, "Category 2 Cyclone? Easey peasey, Just a sprinkle of rain in the scheme of things. That's when we get the dogs inside the house, chooks in the hen coop so they don't get spooked, then off to the local Fish and Chips shop for a feed. "
The idea had crossed my mind that the Premier's Office had missed a great photo op. Instead of SES Headquarters, they should've dressed Davey up in steel cap boots, footie socks, stubbies and a Jackie Howe singlet, filling sand bags down at Nudgee Beach. But no, Davey would have knocked that on the head, quick smart. He has to always looks his Sunday best, not a hair out of place - not easy when it's curley like Davey's.
Anyhoo, hoping all you blokes and sheilas down south get through this one in a million year event without too many scared dogs and chooks, or too many tin roofs flying about. Stay safe and indoors, Hunker down and have a feed of that tinned baked beans you've been stock piling. Bet you've got plenty of toilel paper, left over from the lot you bought during Covid. Can't have enough Quilton.
Take care, BOB
