I’m quite keen on the idea of turning a water cannon on feral hippies. They need a wash. I hope Morris Iemma this week remembers Bob Askin’s advice on how to deal with anti-presidential protestors – “Run over the bastards”.
Yet I also fear I may have been guilty of an APEC security breach. Not that there’s actually all that much, or so it seems.
Take the “ring of steel”. I know the plod are somewhat lacking in imagination and like to overstate matters, but they really should have come up with a better description. Like “chook run”. That’s what it looks like to me. It’s nothing like the fences that surround the Grand Prix. Or the fences that went up around Princes Park for the Big Day Out (perhaps they were designed to keep feral children in).
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Anyway, back to the security breach. My wife Susie and I are just back from a few days in Sydney.
We walked past the PM’s office on Phillip Street on Friday and spotted something rather amusing, but didn’t have the camera. So as we were heading to the airport yesterday, we went back down there.
The cab was able to drive right into Phillip Street – we didn’t even see a barrier – and stop outside the PM’s office. We got out – unchallenged – and took a few photos – unchallenged again.
We took the photos because it seems as if the landlords are already getting prepared for a PM based in Canberra:
PS, Crikey’s security sources say several Zodiacs have been spotted at Balmoral Beach this morning. Terrorists are obviously now disguising themselves as yummy mummies pushing $1,500 limited edition denim finish Bugaboos.