All I want for Christmas now is a bunch of James Crotty-approved candidates, preferably not ones that are synonymous with deceased artists.  I have given up expecting anyone with intelligence and principles now that Wendy won’t change her mind.

Of course we could all go back to the Cheek concept of putting small businessmen under the tree on the grounds that Tasmania is small and should be run like a business rather than like a democracy.

At least there’s no shortage of turkeys.  There’s even a Butler to carve them (but I believe that Heather is no relation to Dick).