And, no, I'm not talking Melbourne Cup. But will soon enough.
I'm referrin' to somethin' completely different.
The Blessing of the Fleet in Freo on Sunday. My good fella, Grumpy, and I wandered down to St Patrick's Cathedral to partake of the festivities. All the local pollies were there, of course. And because, as Grumpy says, there's no show without Punch, everyone's favourite Premier, Guy Smiley, was right there in the thick of things.
The procession wound its way through the streets of Fremantle accompanied by big brass bands, burly men carrying statues of the Madonna, brightly coloured banners and the hum of hundreds of old Italian women saying the rosary over and over. It must be great on days like that to be Catholic. Oh sure, they've got their pedo priests and their crusty old Pope but just look at the show they can put on.
Anglicans must spew.
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