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
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