It's another public holiday in Launceston today, supposedly to allow us yokels to attend the Launceston Show. From a city of about 100,000 people, 2 or 3000 might go to the Show for an hour or two; most will be school kids who are on holiday anyway, and will be looking for things to do to relieve their boredom, and they will only be interested in the Show Bags and the carnival rides. Oh, there are still some animals to look at but it's a shadow of its former glory and only managing to survive through government subsidies, ridiculous charges for stall-holders and extortionate prices at the gate.
It's ludicrous that a tradition which was begun more than a century ago, in quite different circumstances, has become so sacred that we can't undo it in the name of common sense.
I've just finished reading Plots and Prayers by Niki Savva, an explanation of the way in which Malcolm Turnbull was ousted from his job as Prime Minister. Did the Liberal Party learn nothing from the experiences of the ALP when they tried the same thing years ago? Nobody in this debacle come out with any credibility. They forget that they work for us, and that their own personal ambitions and petty quarrels should not be allowed to affect their day jobs.
For a dose of something more sensible, I'm starting on the three volumes of the continuation of the Millenium Trilogy. The original author, Stieg Larsson, died, of course, before he could complete the books he had planned, and a new author, David Lagercrantz, has picked up the reins. He has already produced three more books about Lisbeth Salander. I've been getting them as they have been released but am only now getting around to reading them.
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