Wednesday just gone witnessed a

Wednesday just gone witnessed a meet at the revamped Story Bridge Hotel of the right wing chapter of Brisbane Bloggers. Although refreshing to drink with people who have political opinions it would have been good to have some left wing thinkers present to sharpen debating skills -or swords. I invite one of my sons but he muttered something about ‘smelling a right wing plot from a hundred metres’. Ah well, viva la difference Paul Bickford talks like he writes with more body language, Dan Murphy, thinks beyond his years and embraces capitalism while Todd McKenzie and I share a secret past and by extension are trained to agree with each other. Todd bailed earliest under the guise of it being the smart thing to do but I think maintaining the ‘ever’ in the ever-loving girlfriend could have been a motive. It beats the local RSL where I’m a member by obligation but have long wearied of discussions on who won the fifth at Randwick. Yes, as Todd points I am clearly the elder but could I say, that as sure as young tarts become old tarts and young Pilgers become old fools, then young right wing warriors become old right wing commentators. Having literally fought battles against left wing ideology I tested the air for the taste of cordite – damn! no fools to wind up and tear apart, only good chaps all. Gary, absent in person, left a deposit to start the drinking. The next morning the question of ‘Did I have a good time” could only be answered by reference to Todd It appears I did!