I cannot explain how, but entirely by accident, in the course of work this morning, I learnt which street, and pretty much which house, in Brisbane barking mad billionaire wannabe politician Clive Palmer lives, and it's only a suburb or so away from me.
Should I drive by his house on election night? Is he having a party I can gatecrash? Does he have a child easily kidnapped? (A joke, a joke, Federal Police! Mind you, he does remind me a bit of the mad furniture shop owner in Raising Arizona, who was willing to forgive on the return of the babies. [Still a joke! Seriously!])
Quite a surprise anyway.
Update: I see by Googling that the street he lives in has been noted in the Courier Mail more than once. My intelligence was less of a coup than I realised.
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