ARENA crowd is screaming, ‘Go for the try!’ As
BEFITs the self-centred inside centre, he says, Just a
JIFFY, I’m in control of this ball. I’ll kick it into
TOUCH.’ The crowd groans – a sustained, despondent sound.

CIVIL servants, en masse, in a rage,
ENTER the pothole-minded politician’s office,
IRATE at his effect on their combined
LIVERs, that feeling of bile swirling
ROUND. They settle, bitter, before the
TEPID MP, a lukewarm bath of a man,
TRULY a man who eclipses all the
USUAL machinations of the average legislator.                

My
DEBUT performance before the crowd is something I have
HOARDed from the moment of its final curtain. Of course it’s
SILLY to willy-nilly class that moment above all others, to keep UPPERmost a moment the hordes have certainly forgotten.