Friday, October 08, 2004
A ward
It is with great humility and pleasure that the Governor General (via his redoubtable proxy, Aunty Peggy Farcus) accepts the "GOLD EDDIE", awarded by the Barista Academy of Election Blogging Arts E.& O.E. Pty. Ltd.
Here below is reprinted the formal acceptance speech forwarded to Mr. Barista-Tiley Inc.
Dear Mr. Barista-Tiley,
As it was with the recent Oscar presentation, my grand nephew Lord Sedgwick is unable to receive this prestidigatory award personally.
As I understand it, my very, very grand nephew remains confined, under heavily armed guard in the vice-regal cellar by order of the Prime Minister for the duration of the election campaign. (Will the Banquotic ghost of Sir John Single-Malt ever be exorcised?!)
However it is with a sense of pride that I accept the Gold Eddie on his behalf. As you might be aware I knew Eddie Ward personally. Indeed some might say very personally. I worked in the office at the Everleigh railway workshops from which young Eddie was sacked for his involvement in the Great Strike of 1917.
To put not too fine point upon it, Eddie crossed my 'Brisbane Line' more than once in the railway workshop broom cupboard, spare-parts shed and first aid room. Notwithstanding our age difference (I was some 60 years his senior) a long term relationship developed. So I speak with some authority when I whole-heartedly second Mr Barista-Tiley's description of dear Eddie as 'a firebrand'.
Sorry, I'm rambling a bit. Forgive an old woman's reminiscences of her undressed salad days.
Anyhow I shall make sure this wonderful award makes its way straight to the vice-regal poolroom in a manner befitting its megagravitasicality.
No man is an award island, and my great nephew had given me a list people he would like to thank for making this award possible. Unfortunately it was confiscated as I decamped from the FX Holden limousine by a chap who, I think, said he was from ONA, ASIS or ATSIC. Odd chap - didn't look much like he worked for one of those banks to me.
Oh, well too bad. I think he would have wanted to thank Eddie for being the inspiration for this award and Mr. Barista-Tiley for not disclosing the magnitude and magnaminity of the contents of the vice-regally monogrammed brown paper bags that were regularly deposited in the fluorescent light housing in St. Kilda public phone booth #3492.
Viva la resolution!
Yours faithfully,
Vice-regal Great Aunt Peggy Farcus.
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]
