More definitive tonight.

Introduced into the NT Assembly today!

Has. the mirage ended?

Is what we had 30 years ago beng reborn after three decades of stillbirth?

I will believe it not until the Bill is passed into law

He will pull the pin before the next election.
He will then be given an AC.
He will be awarded five honorary doctorates.
He will become an ambassador somewhere.
He will be honoured with a statue and it will feature him holding Toto the Bowwow.

So vital

And in workplaces these days

So rare.

Synergy is out

Valkanisation is in.

Laughter is gone

Humour is dead.

Workplaces are saturated

With antiseptic.

Hobbyhorse Culture

Preamble

Roget’s Thesaurus plays on ‘hobbyhorse’. The concept of hobbyhorse equates to something that is a ‘plaything’, ‘toy’, ‘bauble’, ‘knick-knack’ and so on.

A hobbyhorse (in a possessive context) is also considered someone’s ‘favourite topic’ or ‘obsessive idea’.

I believe that organisations can often be led, in hobbyhorse terms, from one notion to the next to the next … ad infinitum and sometimes in circles.

A hobbyhorse is a hobbyhorse until the “obsession” flogs it so hard that it can become a lame or, worse, a dead horse.

Education in the Northern Territory is hobby-horse-like.

Watch this space …………………!

From over the Tasman came he whose hobbyhorse was Transition. “Into school the day they turn five and begin to move them up the grades and through the years.”

Continuous intake occurred from January to October, and then, at the beginning of Year One, the children moved.

“High flyers” became an in-term, and my, how the ‘Little Ones’ soared—alas, sometimes seeming academic readiness blankets the fact that social and emotional elements are still developing. Brief ascension was spoiled because many were unprepared and crumpled back to earth.

The hobbyhorse faltered

The hobbyhorse was haltered

There came a plethora of focus alternatives. Everyone but everyone had a hobbyhorse to peddle about educational futurism.

There was the initiative of “Education for/into the 1980s” followed by “Education for Tomorrow” and multiple changes, additions, and focus alterations, changes, directions, redirections … and so on and on and on!

Core curriculum, recommended curriculum,

The promotion of subject necessities ranging from Literacy and Numeracy to Art and Craft, to Science and SOCE, to PE and Health Education, to Music and Drama, to RI and ICT… and so on… has come and gone.

There are so many hobbyhorses around what to do and what to teach! That field of hobbyhorses would dwarf the 24 starters in annual Melbourne Cups!!

Reporting to Parents and Caregivers is all about “Hobbyhorse Platinum Class”. From simple, individualised, handwritten reports with VVG, VG, G, P, F*, at least two dozen modernised, updated alternatives have evolved.

Each reporting strategy has been its own ‘hobbyhorse’ in terms of uniqueness, but with a linking thread: versions replacing versions have said more and more in terms of wordiness but less and less in individualised context.

Reporting hobbyhorses

Are long but yet thin

Hundreds of words

But not much within

*Very, very good; Very good; Good; Pass; Fail

The issue of discipline was a natural hobby horse. Those at the chalkface could not countenance the expositions and advice offered by theorists and ivory-tower academics on student development (in this context).

“Pontification outside practice” came to mind.

Particularly galling was the notion that young people under ten were not responsible for their behaviour because a lack of understanding of actions and outcomes was presumed.

Strange it was that this hobbyhorse of ‘under ten innocence’ did not absolve Early Years teachers charged with the upbringing of youngsters.

There was a unique hobbyhorse named “Blinkered”.

This beast was backed by those believing (or would have you think they believed) the following notions:

o All children are inclined toward, enthusiastic about, and committed to work and learning. “Making every post a winner” was, is, and always will be the universal child driver: Disinclination does not exist.

Those backing “Blinkered” tended to be persons offering long odds on teacher worth and short odds on educator blame. “Blinkered’s Foal was named “It’s Your Fault!”

The Hobbyhorse “Regionalisation” was a stayer.

In horticultural parlance, this hobbyhorse was deciduous.

As deciduous trees go from being luxuriously leafy to ridiculously skeletal before foliage bounces back, “Regionalisation” went from being overweight to almost anorexic before regaining vitality.

Regionalising, in hobbyhorse terms, went from being on the inner to the outer to the inner to the outer to the inner to the outer no less than three times in under 30 years in the Northern Territory.

New mandarins and policy-setters never researched what their predecessors had discovered about regionalisation before dumping and replacing the model.

“Regionalisation” was not based on historical study.

“Childcare Provision” is a popular hobbyhorse within all community sectors. Those backing this hobbyhorse believe that the way forward is for schools, educators, and others involved with children (beyond the home) to play a significant role in their upbringing.

The premise behind this hobbyhorse is that it’s all right for principals (parents, in this case) to hand over primary care to secondary carers (institutions, including schools, childcare centres, community groups, and so on). This enables parents and caregivers to earn dollars that, among other things, pay for children’s care.

“Childcare Provision” is the progeny of “Abrogation” and “Buckpassing”.

“Froghopper” is a definite starter in the Hobbyhorse Stakes. This hobbyhorse has many backers! Without a shadow of a doubt, we have, over many years, ‘hopped’ from one initiative to the next, to the next and so on ad nauseam.

(Froghopping is all about planning, preparing and initiating a model that replaces one that has gone before. We are often long on planning and preparation, but once initiation sets in, the gloss wears off. So the initiative is dumped in, and we start all over!)

“Steady State” and “Foundation Building” are not in the “Froghopper” stable. “Starting Over” and ” Beginning Again” are stablemates.

“Assessment” is a hobbyhorse, colloquially known as “Testing Them Silly”. Testing to the point of saturation is, without a doubt, a hobbyhorse bandwagon.

Other members in this hobbyhorse stable are “Programs”, “Strategies”, and “Data”.

This hobbyhorse collection shows that children are often likened to gas bottles. They are loaded onto the school’s conveyor belt in Transition (or earlier) and are considered empty. “Filling up” occurs as they advance through the grades and the years.

Educational success for proponents of these hobbyhorses is generally measured in terms of Literacy and Numeracy.

“Assessment Tool”, stabled in the Northern Territory, is the progeny of “Naplan” and “Sea Of Red”.

“ESP”** is a relatively new and untried hobbyhorse, at least in its own right. It is generational, the progeny of “Profile Reporter” and “Everlasting Measurement”. ESP has been entered in the Maiden Handicap for DET *** new starters in 2011.

ESP is backed by no less a person than the Chief Minister. It is the latest addition to the stable of hobbyhorses fed and fattened on testing and assessment fodder.

** Electronic Student Profiles

*** Department of Education and Training

“Toss the Teacher” is a generational and cyclical hobbyhorse. It’s there from one year to the next, to the next. It is a genuine stayer born of “Castigation” and “Negative Appreciation”.

If school ovals were regional racetracks, it would be fair to say that over some time, this hobbyhorse wouldn’t miss a meeting anywhere. There are predictable, tenuousness-related safety issues for those who get too close. This horse is also wary of the jockey’s whip!

Phone bets can be placed on this horse by ringing 89014909

“Copious Advice” is a hobbyhorse known for its constant neighing – in fact, it often neighs without pause, generating cacophony in the stable.

“Do It My Way” and “Dominator” have contributed to the heritage and development of “Copious Advice”.

On race days, horses at the course are often ear-muffed and blinkered, the aim being to minimise distractions offered by “Copious Advice”.

Racing outcomes are often spoiled by “Copious Advice” being so busy neighing that it loses focus and forgets to run.

“Golden Silence” is a hobbyhorse owned by a consortium of professional associations. All have a stake and interest in its development.

“Golden Silence” has trouble at the barrier on race day because it is never sure of its starting gate’s location. Its tendency toward tardiness and procrastination often results in its being a late scratching – much to the frustration of punters, who are generally members of the aforesaid professional associations.

It is the progeny of “Ostrich Eyes” and “Watching Brief”. Sometimes, there are whispers that it acts as if it were in the spectator stands rather than on the racing track.

A large stable is needed to corral the Hobbyhorse Collection. To date:

Transition

Futurism

Parent Reporting

Discipline

Blinkered

Regionalisation

Childcare Provision

Froghopper

Assessment

ESP

Toss the Teacher

Copious Advice

Golden Silence

But wait – that’s not the end of the Hobbyhorse Group. There is more to come.

Other Hobbyhorses in the stable, yet to be introduced, include:

Dresitup

Kikatcha

Subterfuge

Tinsel and Glitter

Anonymity

Not In The Test

Lodemup

Diktatndimand.

In total, more hobbyhorses than could be accommodated at the barrier on Melbourne Cup Day.

“Bolter” is a hobbyhorse with a preference for sprint racing. It’s generally not a stayer and finds distance racing anathema.

Bolter’s trainer supplements the horse’s diet with soothing music played on a DVD player in its stall. ‘The Grass is Greener on the Other Side’ is its favourite song.

“Bolter” was recently confirmed as the most popular of names bestowed on hobbyhorses since the turn of the century.

The hobbyhorse “Anonymity” is receiving increasing community support and embrace.

On race day, no one knows who owns or trains the horse. The jockey is often an unknown, and racing colours are changed between appearances on the racing track.

Punters (and the horse is usually heavily backed) are reluctant to reveal their identity or support for the horse.

“Anonymity”, an aspersion-casting hobbyhorse, is the progeny of “Trip you Up” and “Hidden Subterfuge”.

The horse is somewhat rogue and will look to trample genuine and unsuspecting racegoers.

Casting aspersions

While hiding away

Is the hobbyhorse of those who won’t ‘own’

The things (about others) they so often say.

“Kikatcha” is a hobbyhorse that invariably draws a hostile reception from the community.

Jockeys clamour to earn a ride on this hobbyhorse because there are no rules governing the number of times “Kikatcha” can be whipped during a race. The whip can be continuously applied from when this hobbyhorse arrives at the starting gate until it reaches the home post.

Even when winning or earning a place, this horse is booed by trackside spectators for underperformance. Those studying “Kikatcha” are obsessed with a desire to see this horse fail to deliver on expectations.

Spectators huff, spectators puff

Your very best is never enough

You work, you strain, you sweat, and you train

To people and systems

You’re a ridiculed pain.

“Not In The Test”* is a hobbyhorse secretly cosseted in the hearts of teachers but rarely allowed out in the open. *With apologies to Tom Chapin

Born of “Heart’s Desire” and “Let’s Teach Again”, it centres on the belief that education should be holistic and child-focused rather than test-driven and narrowly defined.

This passion for a broader learning canvas is secret, for few educators are game enough to talk it up. It has been driven underground.

Contemplation elicits sadness that what seems to count most are ‘four May Days each year’.

What I believe

I cannot say

‘Under the table’

‘Tis the only way

“Tinsel and Glitter” is a hobbyhorse that gets a fair work-out. Adherents and disciples believe that “ … if it looks good, it is good.” All that counts is the outward appearance of the belief, philosophy, paradigm or practice. “Skin Deep” and “Glister” are stablemates.

“Tinsel and Glitter” is a real gadabout. It never stays long in any one place because it doesn’t want punters to get to know its true character. It is not into endurance, preferring the excitement of hit-and-miss.

If “Tinsel and Glitter” were a frog, it would quickly hop from one lily pad to the next.

If a cliché I could borrow

T’would be ‘here today, gone tomorrow’

I know for a fact – and I’m no whizz,

That horse is aught but spark and fizz

Sad to say – fancy that

Ideas and thoughts go quickly flat!

“Diktatndimand” is an impactful hobbyhorse. Born of “On High” and “Superordinate Pressure”, it is a bit like a sheepdog herding sheep: Like sheep, school-based educators are directed and told exactly how it will be – and how!

“Diktatndimand” requires a kowtowing response. Those in schools appear to respect this horse, but their reaction is borne of apprehension and fear. Nevertheless, when its approach is heard, the red carpet is quickly rolled out.

When I neigh

You will obey

And teach exactly

As I say

“PSD”* is a hobbyhorse recently arriving in our Territory Stable.

Hailing from Queensland, this animal is backed by those who believe in strict adherence to methodology and empirical confirmation. “PSD” promotes a new way forward but sometimes spoils the race by taking backwards steps. The horse seems suspicious of the environment and distrustful of racing attendants.

Don’t you go the teaching caper’

Unless your plans are all on paper.

Teachers from their hearts are givin’

But fail –

Unless their teaching is data-driven.

*Programs, Strategies (and) Data

“10%” is a hobbyhorse reflecting a populist community view about teachers. “10%” is backed by those many, many ‘out there’ who believe that ‘9 to 3, 5 days a week’ is the total time devoted by teachers to the job they do.

Backers of “10%” pooh-pooh and ridicule the notion of there being time, much more time, devoted behind the scenes to teaching in planning, preparation, evaluation, follow-up, revision and extension activities.

Folks don’t see

As they ought to

(That’s like icebergs)

90% of what teachers do

It is not seen- it’s under the water.

“Contract Bestowal” is a hobby horse ‘seen through a glass darkly’. This beast is tricky to photograph, and images often appear blurry to the beholder.

Those in high places often appear beholden to this horse. In its presence, they consent, bow their heads and hasten to meet its every need. “Contract Bestowal” often appears haughty and arrogant, holding its head high and looking down upon those who fawn over it.

The horse attends meetings every four years, increasingly coming bi-annually, not to race but to watch the performance of other nags and their attendants. Some attendants leave the racecourse after these secondary appearances and never return to the racetrack.

“The Expert” is, was and always has been the newest and most recently arrived hobbyhorse in the stable. There is no topic about which “The Expert” isn’t the expert.

The Expert” predicates its neighing that its stable mates- many of whom have been around for eons- either know nothing or what they know is worth nothing.

“The Expert’s” neighing continues incessantly on every subject, truncating only when the horse is out-ranked by another and more recently arrived expert.

I know it all while I am new

There’s nothing, nothing I can’t do

I talk and talk and have a full say

Till by a newcomer, I’m locked away

“Always There” is the oldest hobbyhorse in the stable. It first appeared in 1978, and it’s been around ever since. “Always There” has been accepted for every race in the past 30 years but has never been placed.

Punters can get odds around this horse of 1000/1 because bookies know its non-performance is a sure bet.

“Always There” is often scratched at the 11th hour; colloquially, it is known as “Never There”. It is a no-show at remote area racetracks at which it is expected to front. There are stories of young children who have grown old without ever seeing this horse.

“Always there” is often not seen

Is its attendance real or but a dream

It has a parallel, I say

Like ‘every child, every day.’

‘Sposed to be there –often away!!

Fie Upon You Hobbyhorses!

Hobbyhorses are, you see,

Flights of fancy o’er you and me.

Good ideas

Not tried or true

Downloaded

Onto you and me?

Gurus from ‘On High’ they shout,

“Load up with this one – try it out”.

And so we do –

Let it be said

Compliance … be-grudged ….

But we are scared,

That lest we do it,

We might suffer,

Wrath from above.

And so we buffer,

Tween superordinates and kids,

Who really are the guinea pigs?

Hobbyhorses create illusion

They generate so much confusion

Bright thoughts, ideas like camera flashes

Invade our schools with constant splashes

Try this, do that … now down the drain,

Replace again !! … my poor, tired brain,

Cannot cope with chop and change,

As ideas merchants rearrange,

My school and tell me what to do,

With fads and fancies ….

In the poo….

If I’m not careful, I will land,

With kids and staff in sticky sand.

Like a monkey, I’ve learned agility

But help, please help – give me stability

Hobbyhorses, it’s such a shame

You are superficial- so my end-game

The principle is to know the pain

Of chasing around for no real gain

For staff, children, community

And no mind reward for Poor (Old) Henry.

Guess what he could change from one day to the next.

Voice

Albo said yes

AUSTRALIA said no 

They voted it down

 Gave Albo a blow 

No means no. 

Albo saw red, 

“We will connive and turn it. 

To yes” he then said

 They have worked

 In a slow, devious way

 To overcome Australia

 Having  said nay

Bit by bit, 

They are sneaking  it in 

Until  ‘no’ becomes ‘yes’

And they have a win.

• Corruption, power thirst, greed and ‘I myselves’ can Earth.

• Government views old people as the Damn Nusiance Generation.

• Dementia scrambles thinking leading to delusional thoughts.

• Just occasionally coping has me banging my head on the wall.

• Dementia is a joy killer and smile eraser.

I sometimes become so focused on what I am doing, that I forget to focus on what I should be doing.

It is 11.28 pm on Thursday July 16 in Darwin.

All is quiet. Not even the dogs are barking tonight. No wind and all is still.

A nice change.

Telstra v Government

Communications minister Anika Wells has said that Telstra has an awful lot of work to do to make it up to customers for the fallout from communications issues in the last few days.

That might be the case. But it’s a bit like the pot calling the kettle black! Anika Wells with her use of travel entitlements for family, together with the government, has a hell of a lot to do to make it up to all Australians for the way we have all been let down by this government.

This is the worst government we have ever had! And it seems, unfortunately, that dopey voters are going to keep on returning the government into the indefinite future. That is largely because the opposition parties cannot get their houses in order and present a united front against the government with appealing policies to Australian voters. They’re too damn busy fighting amongst themselves and fighting each other.

The Albanese Government is largely a dictatorship and the other three major parties individually and collectively are a shambles.

When Pete’s in his house – Next Door,

All’s right with the world.

To the end

Of my journey

Along the route

Of life’s pathway

That has covered

Babyhood, childhood. Adolescence

Young and middle-aged

Now old adulthood

The journey’s bulk

Is behind me

Ahead is less

For my mortality

Like setting sun

And penumbral light

Will vanish me

First into twilight

Then to invisibility

With Henry memories

All that remain.

It is 11.25 pm on Sunday July 12 in Darwin.

You know, McDonald’s coffee is quite nice. But when I put sugar in, it is very rare for them to put in the amount that you ask for. They must use very small spoons or measuring devices. Because two spoons of sugar do not seem like that at all.

Occasionally they get it right, but only very occasionally. I always have to put more sugar in the coffee before it can be drunk.

Massive head trauma is the hallmark of modern-day contact sports.

Headgear might help but it does not seem to cut it.

Touch football is sensible because all tackling and smashing of humans against each other is avoided.

Maybe AFL, League and Union should be looked at for the introduction of minimal contact rules.

Players, clubs and leagues should have firm contracts in place – signed at the start of player careers and transferable with players moving from one club to another- that stipulate who will be responsible or liable for brain injuries associated with concussion, HIA and CTE developments occasioned by player impacts.

Anthony Albanese
Chris Bowen
Tony Burke
Penny Wong
Angus Taylor
Jane Hume
Pauline Hanson
Barnaby Joyce

It is 10.56 pm on Saturday, July 11 in Darwin. Today has been hot but not so humid as to be insufferable. I have beena bit tardy. on housework but things get done byy degree.

After 20-odd years of no test cricket, Australia will play Bangladesh in Darwin in August. Tickets are on sale and selling fast. Not for me. Fox will do nicely and there is always the radio.

One of my weirdest dreams, and one I remember well, happened at least 18 years ago. At that stage, I was the principal of Leanyer Primary School. Our Director or CEO of Education was overseeing a regime that imported many principals from interstate straight into top positions in our schools. Local recruitment was being overlooked, and people who had reached deputy principal level within the Northern Territory system were being bypassed for top spots.

The Northern Territory Principals Association took exception to this and did their level best to thwart this ambition – to import interstate by urging locals to apply for positions. To some extent, we succeeded.

Another development was that people coming from interstate were not resigning their positions. Still, they were taking leave without pay to come to the Northern Territory to broaden their experience before returning to positions that were being held for them. This meant rapid fire turnover of principals in many Northern Territory schools and therefore destabilisation for school communities.

The principals, through their association, kept on pushing.

In my dream, as a member of the Principals Association Executive, I was in a long, thin, rectangular-shaped rice field about a kilometre long and maybe fifty metres wide. High walls enclosed this space, and there was no getting out by scrambling up the smooth sides.

Apart from myself, the other person in this space was the then Chief Executive Officer  of the Education Department—who for this narration should remain nameless. He was walking in one direction, and I followed. Then I turned around and started walking back the other way. He stopped, turned around, looked at me and screamed out, “You bastards! You bastards! It is all your fault!”

I turned back to face him. 

“What? It is all our fault?” 

“It is your association’s fault”, he screeched at me. “You are not helping these new principals from interstate to settle into schools. That is why they are leaving in droves. It is your fault that you are mucking up our ambitions to bring fresh blood into top leadership positions in our schools!”. 

Then I woke up.  

Though it was slightly retrospective, it was a good dream. 

We had achieved something to benefit those within our system. And that was what we wanted to do.

TOTO THE CANOODLE.

The Prime Minister’s Bowwow.

Weird dreams often indelible and on my mind when I awake, assail me most nights. Usually about work and running schools and managing staff. Why? What causes one to languish in sleep in this sort of dreaming situation?

There are some dreams I remember quite vividly, although it has been years since they affected my sleep.

Why?

Too much reliance on technology takes us to the cleaners. For too many years, technology has dominated our lives. It has taken over. We do not control it; it controls us.

My nuclear family.

Simple and true.

• Let him be bourne by bier across America’s Route 66.

• Let there be relays of bier carriers to bear him a distance of one mile to the next set of biet carriers from the beginning to the end of his journey.

• Let him rest in opulent surroundings at the end of each day from tgevsradt to the end of his journey.

• Let there be street parades in his honour as he passes through town and city after town and city.

• Allow all students from preschool to high level tertiary gather along the way to salute this greatest of all men.

• Let him be conferred with honorary doctorates awarded by every university through whose territory he traverses.

• At the end of his journey let him be given the freedom of New York, to be renamed Trumpville.

Both have attained to the venerated position of self actualisation, soaking them in self proclaimed glory.

There can be no higher attainment.

In these modern times of hustle and bustle, I think very much that I would like to live a quiet hermit life in one of the fastnesses of Ireland’s remote areas. I could certainly handle the peace, solitude, quiet, and stillness of such an environment in both the daytime and the nighttime. I’m not a great mixer with People, and in my professional life I had to attend many meetings and undertake many activities that weren’t always personally rewarding but were necessary for the organisation I was a key member of.

In retirement, I like the time in the space to think back and reflect, to reminisce and to write, to remember the challenges, and to appreciate the celebrations. In Ireland, I think I could do all these things in comfort and peace, without distraction or interference.

Yes, that part of Ireland described could be just the place for me. And if I can’t be there literally, I can certainly place myself there in my mind, be physically in the Northern Territory and reside in Ireland in my mind

Would you believe

I hope you do

It is my family – first, last, always.

Can I apply for the position? I possess many of the skills required for such a position, not the least of which is my adherence to, and over many years of leadership, the practice of Concentric management.

I’d have a fair crack at helping overcome CDU shortfalls and establishing priorities. All staff and all students would know who I was, and I would get to know them well.

My attendance at all these conferences held in such plentiful quantity would be by Zoom or phone conference, and I would be where I should be – at my place at my work at the CDU in Darwin.

Neither would I demand or want to command an exorbitant salary, and my personal expenses claim would be minimal, for I believe in paying my way. My CV is available to confirm my suitability for the position.

DONALD TRUMP

Nigella Lawson has taught me to appreciate simple foods.

Source : The Australian 6 July 2026

How might Donald Trump best be titled? In real terms, what is he?

THE FATHER OF AMERICA

•  Dementis underpins medical challenges leading to death.

• Dementia carers, be calm and reassuring in your demeanour.

• Routines help dementia sufferers feel environmentally secure.

• I love my wife but passionately loathe her invading dementia.

• Carers can disappoint their LO by misundersanding messages

Their willingness and open invitation to anyone from anywhere at any time to come to their respective countries and take up living without any checking, vetting, or any concerns about the future of this invitation.

I AM POSTING THIS FROM JANICE LOW MY FRIEND AND FORMER WORK COLLEAGUE. READ AND REFLECT

Someone once said if you take care of someone with dementia you lose them more and more everyday. When they are diagnosed, when they go through different stages, when they need treatment and when they pass away. This is called “ambiguous loss”.

As the brain slowly dies, they change physically and eventually forget who their loved ones are. They can end up lying in bed, not moving and not eating or drinking.

There will be people who will scroll past this post because Dementia has not touched them. They may not know what it’s like to have a loved one who has battled or is still battling dementia.

To raise awareness of this cruel disease, I’d like my friends to put this on their page today.

Hold your finger on the post to copy and paste to your timeline.
A special thank you to anyone willing to put this on their timeline for Dementia Awareness Week. ❤️

JULY 1 COMES BUT ONCE A YEAR. FIREWORKS FROM 6.00 PM UNTIL 11.00 PM

Gillard is a former PM with absolutely no shame for the way. In. Her foolish changes of gender definitions, translated into law, have so thoroughly confused and distorted what were clear-cut understandings about definitions.

And for her to have the temerity to suggest that what she orchestrated at the time was ‘just fine’ and that future confusion ‘ could not be anticipated’ is carrying her self-declared immunity for the dreadful consequences of her changed actions and consequences, a mile too far.

OLD PEOPLE ARE DAMNED PEOPLE

A statue of Donald Trump

Donald Trump

Anthony Albanese

THE DYNAMIC DUO

Donald Trump

It is 1.34 am on Thursday July 2 and Territory Day with its fireworks opportunity has come and gone. We celebrated with our younger son and his family. It was a great evening.

Sorry, Mr Taylor, it’s too little and far too late. The Liberals have been – and at both state and federal levels – but not in the NT – on a downward trajectory to mediocrity and oblivion for far too long. You are a good man and well-intentioned, but who can clean the seething mess of inwardness that the Liberal Party has become? And I feel so sorry for JessWilson in Victoria, who is being similarly undone by those who so poorly fail to stand behind her in oneness and unity. It is between Labour and One Nation, and you have been dudded.