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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; (or Ukraine)
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Just touched down in Perth after a couple a arduous flights with the Heaving Sweaty (and Farting ) Masses - to find the amazing news of a PM and Cabinet in the Ukraine!!!!!!!!!

Roll on announcement from Uran. TH first please - MILK IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Qantas and altitude hypoxia and a hell of a lot of waiting has made me wax lyrical - I beg your indulgences!

Yippeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A