It’s Not the Silly Mistakes, It’s the Lies that Count

Here in Australia we’ve recently had another politician shamefully resigning from his leadership position. It seems that politicians lie more than the rest of us probably because they’re in the public eye so we see it but it could also be because their egos are so big it’s beyond their comprehension anyone would question them.

In this latest case it started with a gift of a bottle of wine, not a delightful “Annie’s Lane” from Spud Sullivan’s but a $3000 bottle of “Grange Hermitage”. When they recovered from the fact that someone would pay that much for any drink I think most people would just accept the fact that someone might try and gain favour with an influential person. If the recipient is honest they don’t have to do anything other than enjoy the drink.

What destroys people’s faith is the continual lying, even under oath, until accepting the truth is the only option. At that point there’s no way resigning or admitting the truth is seen as honourable, it’s too late. More than the initial transgression we remember the waterfall of lies and how can you believe anything they say after that? We all need to trust others in our daily living and to do that we need to know that what they tell us is the truth.


Illicit Icecream Licker

When I was growing up I didn’t get pocket money but more often than not I did get lunch money. There was a little shop next to Henley Beach Primary and that’s where we could get our food, we could order it in the morning then pick it up at lunch time. People who never do it think buying your lunch is great but I can’t ever remember being excited about it. At one stage the shop sold Sherbert Icecream and it was much cheaper than other icecream. A double icecream usually cost 10 pence which is less than 10 cents (if you ignore inflation). Some people said it was cheap because it was normal icecream gone wrong and they made it into sherbert, I had no idea if that was true but liked it anyway.

One day instead of lunch I bought a double Sherbert Icecream. I must have been late getting it because the bell went when I still had the whole thing. No way was I going to throw it out so I sneaked it into the classroom and hid it in the desk. The desks we had were double ones. The back of your seat was the front of the desk behind, the bench seats flipped up and the desk top sloped with a lift up lid. I kept my left hand with the icecream under the lid then lifted it and dipped my head down to eat the icecream. The raised lid hid my face so I managed to eat the whole thing without being sprung. We probably had at least 40 kids in the class and I was near the back so that would have helped.


You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

The seats had a nasty habit of falling back with a BANG!
This is only half the length of the ones we had, the seats had a nasty habit of falling back with a BANG!
It's not sherbert but it is a double cone.
It’s not sherbert but it is a double cone.