I will be down the Mornington Peninsula the next couple of days, staying at a winery. Apart from attempting to confirm my Sauvignon Socialist credentials I'm attending a wedding. 42 degrees in Vic tomorrow, and I'll be at a wedding; cross your fingers for the besuited, tie-choked groom.
Back with a vengeance in 2006, documenting the inexorable fall of the right...
A poem that has something to do with bees - I waxed my cheese - What a jolly wheeze! PS bees.
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