Wry & Dry #16-26 Uncle Albo brings it home. Barnaby’s back! The French Job.
Uncle Albo looked as happy as a clam. Not even Ruddster’s mortification as the ghosts of his chickens’ past came home to roost could dampen the ebullience. Hats off to Uncle Albo’s team for the many months of back-channel planning. The optics of Trumpster being Uncle Albo’s new best buddy were outstanding.
Wry & Dry #9-26 King Jim’s Roundtable. Uncle Albo mans up. Liberal coffin.
Wry & Dry returns from leave to relive King Jim’s Roundtable, Uncle Albo’s finally showing spine and Liberals – Victorian and elsewhere – continue to be the gift that keeps on giving. And Readers looking for a comment on the engagement of Ms. Swift to a footballer will find none.
Wry & Dry #4-26 Barnaby’s back! Bradmanesque. Coldplay: moralistic schadenfreude.
No sooner had new Opposition Leader Sussan Ley worked out the location of the opposition toilets than the first hand grenade landed. And it wasn’t tossed by the Greens, Teals or loose-cannon independents. But by her coalition partner, the lunar-occupying Gnats.
Wry & Dry #3-26 Albo goes the full tourist. The dropping penny. Public holidays.
Difficult to decide who enjoyed more adulation this week. Albo who didn’t seek it, but got it. Or Trumpster, who did, but didn’t get it.
Elsewhere, France’s PM wants to slash two public holidays – where is Tom Cruise when needed? And would celebrity add glamourazzi to the AFL Grand Final.
Wry & Dry #34: Sleepy Joe’s real reason for not coming. How to paint a debt ceiling. Cane toads?
Sleepy Joe has decided to cancel his trip to have gumnut tea and a lamington with Albo. His acolytes speak of the need to negotiate the raising of America’s ‘debt ceiling’. Nuh.
The real reason is the worry that Sleepy Joe might fall victim of the food on the Jetstar flight to Sydney. And return to the US in a more horizontal position than is usually found on Jetstar. Then Armageddon: Kamala Harris would get the gig in the White House, at which she has already been measuring up curtains.