DRUGS

by Ross Sharp

ABC radio’s Richard Glover was interviewing the NSW Premier, Barry O’Farrell yesterday about James Packer’s proposal for a new C*A*S*I*N*O for Barangaroo, when O’Farrell responded to a question with, “This is not a casino Richard, it’s a high-class VIP gaming facility”, which caused me to boldly go where no man has gone before and come back again in less time than it takes to split an infinitive.

Not long thereafter, a spokesman for the company, or group, that put the proposal together and won approval for it insisted that “there’d been no political lobbying whatsoever” involved in the process, upon which a giant pink bunny from Venus leapt up from behind my desk and chased me into a cubicle in the  men’s toilets and proceeded to probe me, savagely, with a feather duster.

I’ve only taken LSD once in my life, but if I’d known it was going to come back and bite me on the arse like this 23 years later, I would’ve paid more attention to all the pamphlets.

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