It looks like I was right about Steve Bracks. He was leaving, he has left, and he is no more. By that I mean of course he’s no longer the Premier. I assume he still exists, perhaps somewhere out Williamstown way, but I can’t be sure.
In the few days since the big announcement, there’s been an orderly transition, a couple of incident-free meetings and a lot of hard work, one assumes, on the part of various journalists to write anything remotely interesting about the man’s time in power.
It’s pretty hard to get excited about Bracks, either for or against.
Now Jeff Kennett, there was a man who was, shall we say, fraught with interest. I remember once he stepped out in front of me in Spring street and, unthinkingly, I swerved to miss him.
It’s one of my life’s great regrets. If I had my time again, Jeffrey Gibb Kennett might today be nothing more than a faded splotch on the tarmac outside the treasury buildings.
Still, that may not have been entirely a good thing: he does seem to have mellowed in recent years. “Almost human” is probably a fair description, leaving aside the horrid Hawthorn jacket episode.
After Kennett, a little boredom seemed exactly what the doctor ordered. As is often the case, as a state we should have been a bit more careful what we wished for. As an affable, harmless, smiley bloke in speedos, Bracks was fine. If you wanted something to get your political heart-rate up, no such luck.
Running
A 33k long run (here it is on mapmyrun.com) on Saturday afternoon, which extended into the early-evening darkness and the video store.
There’s something nasty about finishing your run in the gathering gloom; something desperate, something depressing.
Stopping at the video store has a similar affect. It could be something to do with having to stand in line sandwiched between fatsos loaded up with enough Cheetos to bury an elephant and a teenage boy clutching a life-time supply of Adam Sandler movies.
Now, before you say anything, I’m not having a go at our more corporeally blessed individuals. There’s nothing wrong with Cheetos. I just wish they had’ve given some to me!
I am however intentionally being snide about Adam Sandler. I don’t think well of the man, and even less of his cinematic oeuvre.
Last night pulled up okay, so had a fast-ish tempo session through the surrounding streets. 10k or so.
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