Everybody wants the union
But nobody pays their dues -- after the song "Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die"

Decades ago, in another era, another Australia, where they did things differently, I was taken to the offices of a senior and very rich labour lawyer, who we'll call "Bob". My dad, an accountant, was doing his books. It was the typical new labour law practice of the era, early Whitlam, trying to look modern, with Scandinavian polished-wood decor, planet lamps, and all the men wearing beige safari suits, the fashion as inexplicable then as it is now.