I get that sinking feeling every time I think about the about the latest rort concerning the APEC conference being held in Sydney in September. The majority of the city will be in lockdown as world leaders congregate for this conference. But ... the final straw, that sinking feeling came when it was announced, the Prime Minister's wife will host partners of the twenty leaders to a lunch at the beautifully situated Bondi Icebergs Dining Room & Bar on Sunday September 9.
Crikey isn't it enough that she resides in Admiralty House, (take a sneak peak). Idyllically situated on the shores of Sydney Harbour, where magnificent dining facilities, a five star chef with impeccable staff are employed to provide them with more than any being could wish for. Yet the PM's little woman, wants to snub her nose to all that pretentiousness, add more chaos and expense by big noting at Bondi with nary a care for the people her husband, not she was elected to represent. What on earth would be wrong with throwing a shrimp on the very expensive barbie and putting her tootsie's up at home! Not good enough Janette?
Bugger The Bondi Icebergs the four hundred odd winter swimmers, who rock up to the Bondi Baths every winter Sunday morning to pluge into the briny, a catch up with their mates and probably a sink a couple of cold beers after a few laps. Bugger the the ten thousand people who venture to Bondi every year to enjoy the annual Festival of the Winds . Bugger the local residents as roads are either turned into clearways or closed. Bugger the people who work in Bondi. Bugger the people who flock to the Bondi Markets every Sunday. Bugger the extra expense for security extravaganza looking out for these hanger's on. Bugger the cost!
Let's not even contemplate the cost ... gadzooks ... Sunday rates ... is it any wonder I get that sinking feeling? Could it be 'cos I'm a born and bred Bondi girl? Maybe it's not only the expense and all the BS but the thought of this human polution ... look out here comes that sinking feeling again!