Kawana MP Jarrod Bleijie, Queensland's former attorney general says he was outraged by the revised version of the national anthem played at the University of the Sunshine Coast's 20th anniversary last month. Judith Durham's version emphasises Australia's Indigenous heritage, with lyrics like "and honouring the Dreaming"and "combine our ancient history and cultures everywhere".
With all that's going on in the world, he feels it's important to make a stand against this because it's wrong and rejects the claim the anthem is out of date. The Queensland opposition leader, Lawrence Springborg said the Australian people should make any changes not university activists. Good on ya, Jarrod, sing it proud because most of us don't know the bloody words anyway and only in Queensland would this make the papers. I refrained from looking up his opinions on everything because I was eating breakfast while the tradie was putting in the new heater and I was withing range of a drill to put through my brain. Andrew dear, the tradie is really cute. I digress, I hate the damn anthem, refuse to learn the words and wanted "I still call Australia home" because the thought of a nice gay boy singing the national song would have given a lot of Parliamentarians strokes on the spot. And I like Peter Allen much better than Jarrod Bleijie.
I gave the Murdoch wedding pictures a miss, Nancy Reagan finally died aged 94, I wonder if her astrologist predicted that. The Abbott book? I'll wait til it reaches the op shop but I will say Credlin has no taste in men and they wouldn't let Bronnie apologize for the helicopter, like she would have, ha!
Tradie is still going. Now gathering up my spare bricks to fill in the enormous cavity behind the old Vulcan heater. It's so huge I could have rented it out as airbnb. More money though since I needed an extra surround and a new flue. That will be good to watch. They pull the old one up through the roof and drop the new one down. I'm still in my dressing gown since they showed up at 8 and I was lucky I heard the gate squeak in time to put it on. I no longer care about the state of the lounge which looks like "hoarder in training" so he just moved everything out of the way while I staggered trying to get some balance. It appears I will have to bite the bullet and see the specialist and maybe have sharp things stuck up my nose for a biopsy and after that my deviated septum corrected. It's either that or falling flat on my face half the time.
But poor as I will be, I have found my ideal glassed in front room. I'll start saving next week.
I have a brick wall exactly where that fire place is but I'm too decrepit to chop wood so that will be a bookcase.
Mother made it, 86 and one day.