On one day in 2000, i had snaps taken of me hugging the australian pm, the kiwi pm (no oil painting), and various oppositon leaders, brandishing my beerlike an olympic torch
I, like the 10000 other aussies and kiwis, had been drinking steadily for two days for the Galipoli commemoration on some godforsaken scrubby peninsular south of Istanbul. i remember after drinking through the night wanting to get a better view of the dawn service, and found myself somehow being marched with the turkish presspack onto the stage where i remained. there i stood for the entire televised service, standing centre back on stage behind the various speakers, in shorts holding a dripping plastic bag full of tinnies, while rows of turkish military, dignitaries, and tv crew glared at me no doubt wandering who the fuck I was and what i was doing there.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 1 May 2015, 3:42, 3 replies)

What were Little Johnie's Eyebrows like in person?
Think I've got the dates correct...
(shitposter from the anals of posteriority on, Fri 1 May 2015, 6:08, closed)

short arse. seemed really uncomfortable doing the blokey thing, though fair play as I must have been the hundreth to try it
Big beazley was friendly, and the new zealand pm seemed like an ugly HR middle manager
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 1 May 2015, 10:28, closed)

Had to look it up.
Helen Clark -

Wouldn't.

Miss Big Kim and his ilk. Proper fucking Pollies, none of this shit we've got now.
(shitposter from the anals of posteriority on, Fri 1 May 2015, 13:20, closed)