The Press Club Speech, the advertisement blitz, tax cuts and Budget
concessions about to kick in, David Flint off the scene – all the
pointers are there for the election.

Oh yes. And a senior minister is sending round the begging
letters, rallying the faithful and gathering his forces for election
day itself. Your Mad Monk Wants You. The letters have gone
out.

Good, forms, and well planned, by the way, Tone – but those “title”
bits disturb us a little. “Mr/Mrs/Ms/Prof/Dr….” No
“Miss”? Isn’t that a bit PC. And “Prof”?
“Prof”? We know they’re an upmarket lot in Warringah, but we’re
not going to see a recently retired a silver haired patrician on out
the booths, are we? Is that wise?