Sunny days, for Mike Bailey in this week's Mosman Daily

Check this letter to the editor out!

Cliche count: 5

And for the record, I haven't blacked out my name to keep filthy bully-boy Liberal sympathisers from knocking down my door - just thought it's not something I'd like to post on the internet...

So where to from here? Well, it's all about restoring the balance, so Willis has tasked me with getting another letter in the Mosman Daily equally taking the piss in support of Mike's main opponent Joe Hockey.

However, I'm most certainly not the only person in my family to be hitting the papers this month. My 88 year-old Nan was named best dressed lady at the 101st Manildra show a few weeks ago (her third crown, might I add), and was consequently photographed for inclusion in the Molong Express.

Anyway, I've spoken with the editor of the Molong Express and have arranged for a copy to be sent to me. I'll post it up here as soon as I receive it.

I'll keep you informed...

Sunny days, at Mike Bailey's trivia fundraiser

Mike Bailey and Senator John Faulkner give me the inside word on the best strip clubs to visit whilst in the US.

Willis and I went down to our local to take part in our first ever political party fundraiser. Mike Bailey - former ABC TV weather man, full-time amateur comedian, and now Labor candidate for the Federal seat of North Sydney - was having a bit of a trivia night.

I've blogged about Mike's race to Canberra before and with an election likely for late November, Mike needs all the support he can get (we're on a first name basis now by the way). There were a heap of people there - 38 tables in fact - a mixture of old stodgy Labor hardcores, and new-wave filthy socialist university arts students. And Willis & I. He's stodgy and I'm in the filthy socialist camp.

Willis and I settled into a few schooners, introducing ourselves to our table - a trivia master, a chemist, a man with anger-management problems, his wife, a super-intelligent woman who thought she was playing 'Fast Money' all night and her unassuming husband who secretly wanted to pants Ricky Ponting.

Highlights include:

• Anger-management constantly putting his wife and others in their place
• Anger-management's wife subsequently getting drunk to deal with her husband's shit
• Anger-management's comments to Willis and I that we needed to start pulling our weight
• Our Latin team name - 'Cogitamus', meaning "we are thinking"
• Our conversation with Senator John Faulkner after the proceedings - he used the words "bastards", "crooks", "criminals" and "the worst kinds of humans" when referring to the current government, then told us encouragingly to "keep up the struggle"
• Finding out that Mike Bailey's son is named Mike Bailey
• Willis adopting the pseudonym 'Ric Biggs', even if only for a short while
• Mid-week beers with Willis, after a particularly difficult day

Our table was extremely competitive, leading for most of the night, only to come second to Table 27 in the final round. At the height of the frustration, two members from my table staged a protest with Senator Faulkner over when the most recent King of England was crowned. Apparently he was announced King in 1936, but was crowned the following year...contentious stuff. Here's a video of the incident:



I've just sent off a friend request to Joe Hockey on Facebook, asking whether he'll be holding any fundraising evenings as part of his campaign. Willis and I will also be looking to attend an event from each of the different candidates for our electorate in the lead-up to the election.

The wonders of capitalist democracy!

Thanks, Juanita: Mike Bailey moves toward Federal Parliament

"The local member Joe Hockey is extremely popular. It is very much an uphill battle, but at the same time it's a challenge and I've never shirked a challenge."

- Mike Bailey on his recent affirmation that he will run for pre-selection in the Federal seat of North Sydney, as reported in the SMH this morning.

Strong words this morning from a man who many* predict will rain down a flood of whoop-ass against the incumbent Liberal member for North Sydney, Joe Hockey.

For many years, Willis & I have been lobbying long and hard for Mike Bailey, current ABC weatherman and part-time commedian, to be installed as a member of Federal parliament with a view toward bunking down at The Lodge. All reports say that Kevin Rudd is stoked to have him on board, but I can't help but perceive an underlying fear from the current leader that Bailey will win public support within a couple of years.

Why do I give so much of a shit?
1. It's my electorate. Yeah!
2. With his meterological skills, Mike Bailey could possibly be the saviour of all mankind.

Aitken has blogged on this this morning. Willis has created this site long ago, in admiration for the talent, poise and amazing ability to articulate the effects of impending stratocumulouses, or even the Southern Oscillation Index. I've just heard on the grapevine that Willis is creating a similar site in anticipation of the Bailey's pre-selection. Watch this space.

Sunny days ahead indeed...all we need now is for Bronwyn Bishop to stand down and make way for Juanita Phillips in the seat of MacKellar for a three-pronged Labor-ABC political assault. Imagine that!

McKew in Bennelong, Bailey in North Sydney and Phillips in Mackellar!!!

It's a great day for Australian politics.

* May only include myself and Willis.

La Fiesta de Steve (part 2)

On Saturday, Willis & I had a BBQ. We played cricket, ate and were indeed quite merry.

After the sun went down, we went back to The Doghouse, kept drinking, played some tunes and donned our fire retardent clothing. Then we went to The Firehouse Hotel, drank some more, ate some more and rode the merriment well into the night.


Hot
Everyone who came
Two 23 year-old firemen
Dave's Damien Martyn impression
Clare and her white chocolate mud cake with slime icing
The splendid weather - thanks Mike Bailey
Dave Wright's keg donation - Scharer's Lager...as sweet as the sun shine reflecting off Jesus' own ass. And just as tasty. Thanks mate.

Not
The ice
The Firehouse Hotel's strict policy of being absolute wankers

Slightly lukewarm
The St Leonards Park public BBQ's