This was going to be inserted into the previous post, but the editorial department thought it was such a good image of W.A’s Corona – beating border closure strategy it needed its very own special place.
The Melbourne Club. (a kind of society)
‘Yes yessssir,’ we trembled, and the phone went blank. Uncannilly, we knew the voice! The voice that ruled the world , but we couldn’t nail it. Was it human? Was it Eddie Obeid? No! This voice had more polish. There was a touch of something else? Whoever held that voice held the key. There was an authority in the voice that was both old-school and gangster. There was a touch of the Western District insouciance, and yet a contempt for the institutions of governance, respectability and whatever grotesque distortion of human behaviour passed for ‘society’ at the Melbourne Club.
The Living DEAD. Ghosts at the Melbourne Club. This image was taken through time lapse spectral imagery technology.
And as far as we knew, we were already DEAD!
In a flash Ces pulled the usb out of the computer, ‘just pretend we never read it, ask Jamie, he’ll back us’!
“Yeah, right” I countered; “and like his mates on the board at Barangaroo he’ll do a Daniel Grollo on us? Remember, as Jamie famously said, and his dad before him, we’re not in the business of making friends; “we Packers don’t have mates!”
‘Look at it this way Ces, we’re an invasion day short of the final cull, we’re a Maralinga short of the mushroom cloud, we‘re a koala short of the Barillaro, to make a finer point in the proceedings in plain english, ‘we’re rooted’!
‘If this aint sorted by Australia day, you heard him, we’re DEAD’!
Dining at the Melbourne Club is exclusive, upwards of tens of thousands of aboriginals were ‘cleansed’ so the squattocracy could feel refined and sacrosanct.
But how rooted were we? As far as we knew we just had to keep it from Mr Big, (whoever he was) that we’d read the usb, and knew of the evil nefarious plot to use Angus as his tool for the Communist Party takeover. And that Andrew and Tony were most probably his stooges, to be used and then spat out by the system. He held all the keys, but we still had the padlock in our sweaty hands.
‘I’VE GOT IT! exploded Ces, ‘let’s swap the usb’s!
‘If we use the Gaming room usb and put a new innards in it, and fill it with uncoded messaging from Tik-Tok and We-Chat, Rupert and his overlords will just think it’s editorial Angus provides for the ‘Peoples Daily’, and not suspect that we’ve tampered with it! And as Jamie can’t read, anything bigger than two numerals on a scratch ticket they’ll blame him. Rather than us top flight investigative journalists! Yeah, and if we scratch a name on this side of the usb, sprinkle a bit of Whizz fizz over it,…
(Dear reader for those amongst us who are budget conscious, Whizz Fizz is the perfect substitute for Cocaine as used in high roller lounges and by big corporate execs who need to feel BIG!, as the advert goes:
Melbourne Clubs, do not feel comfortable with people of “irregular gender’, a policy that keeps tradition and decency ALIVE!
“ looks like Coke,
feels like coke,
And for the budget conscious?
Wont send you BROKE!
Just one sniff ‘ll set you straight
Get some now,
GOODONYA MAAAAAAATE!!!
‘Yeah, whoever this Mr Big is will think that Jamie stuffed up the transfer whilst off his head, and in the ensuing confusion we might get off the hook, expose the evil, and alert our country-men and women and those of LGBTI Trans Q and X, before its too late’!
‘But is he gonna believe our side of the story about a simple mix up and we got the wrong USB?
Nellie Melba herself could not get in the front door. And though she ‘sang her head off’, no one inside could hear her.
Look mate, Ces looked me firmly in the eye, if they (the Feds) can believe that Angus had nothing to do with Clover-gate and that 30 million for a three million block of land is good business they’ll believe anything. It’s like Corona, scare the shit outta their personal self interest and they back science. Whereas with Climate change? Dis a few mates like Trev St Baker who got 100 milli outta 1 mil, you’ve gotta be joking. They’ll tell you straight the earth is DEAD FLAT!! You’d have as much chance as seeing private age care being nationalised and mates not making rivers of gold out of poor sick old bastards, who are so vulnerable, they’re willing to lay down and DIE so that the owners can keep their yachts, ski lodges in Aspen, and squeeze a few more dollars outta them!!
This will work, cos it’s gotta work! And with this’, Ces pulled up a listing of all of Angus associates in the Caymans, the Bit coin, the links to the Russian mafia, the Chinese Communist party and the dark web. we’ve got the material that might just save our necks’.
But will it? Or will something go terribly wrong? Find out in our next episode;
Not all members of our “Elite Clubs” arrive by chauffeur driven limousines.
‘Ku Klux Packer Klan’ or “Go sell it to the Chinese”!
But if they are “of the right tone”, and abide by club rules, friends may be admitted as “guests”!