So much to do, so little brain to do it with!
Hilarious day in Australian political media!
Oppostion spokesman Scott Morrison was busy lecturing the press pack outside Parliament House this morning when the government's Joel Fitzgibbon was spotted in a car in the background.
The ABC coverage showed a perfectly normal interview with many of the press corps standing around politely at first, only the occasional jostle of microphones betraying ther numbers, when suddenly, the word 'Fitzgibbon' is heard, muttered in the background, and almost all the journalists, cameramen and soundpeople ran off to the car. The ABC's cameraman tracks the fleeing journos, quickly returns to Morrison, who is looking very annoyed, and keeps rolling while Morrison talks to his assistant. The soundperson, tactfully, silenced the sound for a few sentences at this point, but a reasonably competent lipreader would have been left in no confusion about Morrisson's feelings on the topic.
A few minutes later, the others returned, and Morrison began again at the sentence he had been interrupted -mid.
EDIT: Bless the Guardian! They have video from another camera there: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2013/jun/05/scott-morrison-press-conference-video
A short time later, an Opposition backbencher who I failed to recognise had exactly the same experience when Kevin Rudd was spotted walking behind him. Whoever he was, he has a much better sense of humour and just laughed the whole thing off. The ABC once again stayed to film the pollie's reaction, due to having multimedia commission partners who are everywhere and who will share footage.
Then, inside Parliament House, the pack was walking and being talked at by the elusive Joel Fitzgibbon when one of the cameramen walked backwards into a giant pot plant and ended up turtled there, colleagues attempting to right him by pulling at sundry limbs.
Obviously all these stories would be improved by video, but my Google skills have failed me and I have no time, so feel free to search if you care.
Sorry about being so awol lately. Work remains busy, though becoming rapidly more manageable.
I have also become involved in not one, but TWO co-writing projects. This is clearly insane, as I am the Least Good At Playing Nicely With Others in the class. However, one is completely manageable, involving one other individual who is brilliant, but even busier than me, and who has so far not told me to pull my fucking head in when I run ahead and Do Things My Way Confident She'll Not Mind, Though Leaving Her Many Fun and Cool Bits. I suspect this is due to the aforementioned even busier than me bit.
The other is fascinating but complex far beyond my ability to follow at the moment, so I am keeping my head down, doing my bit, and will worry about the rest of it later.
At work today I spent 25 minutes trying to explain the concept of binary to a perfectly sensible man who is only a few years younger than me. It was like trying to teach a duck to speak French. Apparently there really are 10 type of people in the world.
I've also been working on a story about the Great Train Robbery. The robbers were scared into leaving their hideout early by an amateur pilot who was flying over to visit some friends near the farm where they were lying low. That pilot, a retired cavalry Lieutenant Colonel, was also part of the show jumping team that won Britain's only gold medal at the Helsinki Olympics. I now want to know Everything About Him!
Right, must go and do 75 things in 45 minutes. Yay!
Oppostion spokesman Scott Morrison was busy lecturing the press pack outside Parliament House this morning when the government's Joel Fitzgibbon was spotted in a car in the background.
The ABC coverage showed a perfectly normal interview with many of the press corps standing around politely at first, only the occasional jostle of microphones betraying ther numbers, when suddenly, the word 'Fitzgibbon' is heard, muttered in the background, and almost all the journalists, cameramen and soundpeople ran off to the car. The ABC's cameraman tracks the fleeing journos, quickly returns to Morrison, who is looking very annoyed, and keeps rolling while Morrison talks to his assistant. The soundperson, tactfully, silenced the sound for a few sentences at this point, but a reasonably competent lipreader would have been left in no confusion about Morrisson's feelings on the topic.
A few minutes later, the others returned, and Morrison began again at the sentence he had been interrupted -mid.
EDIT: Bless the Guardian! They have video from another camera there: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2013/jun/05/scott-morrison-press-conference-video
A short time later, an Opposition backbencher who I failed to recognise had exactly the same experience when Kevin Rudd was spotted walking behind him. Whoever he was, he has a much better sense of humour and just laughed the whole thing off. The ABC once again stayed to film the pollie's reaction, due to having multimedia commission partners who are everywhere and who will share footage.
Then, inside Parliament House, the pack was walking and being talked at by the elusive Joel Fitzgibbon when one of the cameramen walked backwards into a giant pot plant and ended up turtled there, colleagues attempting to right him by pulling at sundry limbs.
Obviously all these stories would be improved by video, but my Google skills have failed me and I have no time, so feel free to search if you care.
Sorry about being so awol lately. Work remains busy, though becoming rapidly more manageable.
I have also become involved in not one, but TWO co-writing projects. This is clearly insane, as I am the Least Good At Playing Nicely With Others in the class. However, one is completely manageable, involving one other individual who is brilliant, but even busier than me, and who has so far not told me to pull my fucking head in when I run ahead and Do Things My Way Confident She'll Not Mind, Though Leaving Her Many Fun and Cool Bits. I suspect this is due to the aforementioned even busier than me bit.
The other is fascinating but complex far beyond my ability to follow at the moment, so I am keeping my head down, doing my bit, and will worry about the rest of it later.
At work today I spent 25 minutes trying to explain the concept of binary to a perfectly sensible man who is only a few years younger than me. It was like trying to teach a duck to speak French. Apparently there really are 10 type of people in the world.
I've also been working on a story about the Great Train Robbery. The robbers were scared into leaving their hideout early by an amateur pilot who was flying over to visit some friends near the farm where they were lying low. That pilot, a retired cavalry Lieutenant Colonel, was also part of the show jumping team that won Britain's only gold medal at the Helsinki Olympics. I now want to know Everything About Him!
Right, must go and do 75 things in 45 minutes. Yay!