Thursday, December 27, 2012

He's gonna find out who's naughty and nice

The ABC seems to have dusted off rather a lot of Louis Theroux for the Christmas holidays.  And isn't he a funny little sausage?

The other night, Louis brought together some very different people in New York in the lead-up to Christmas 1997.  He set them some group activities and individual challenges.  Not surprisingly the very innocent looking porn star and fundamentalist Christian nutcase bully did not see eye-to-eye.

The fundamentalist Christian nutcase bully (amusingly, called Randy) took particular exception to dressing up in Santa costumes and collecting money for charity, arguing Santa was more Satan.  Which does not agree with the generally accepted history of Saint Nicholas, but that's an argument for another day.

He blustered about Satan Claus (ho, ho, ho, ahem) and complained that children, when presented with a choice between Santa and Jesus, would choose Santa.

Well, no wonder, thought Prudence.  With Jesus, the only way one finds out whether one's efforts were worthwhile is when one dies.  With Santa, there's reliable feedback every year.


Friday, December 21, 2012

Things one sees on the way home

Prudence got off the train to carollers, a barbershop quartet and Santa in most ill-advised shorts.

But that was no more absurd than the Hyundai Getz pulling a full tradie's trailer complete with air-compressor.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

On missing the point

Prudence wrote a memo the other week.  As one does - in the public service, memos are like blood.  They circulate, new ones being made, old ones being excreted, and they make things happen.  One hopes.

This one argued strongly against awarding a grant.  Laws had been broken, policies disregarded, integrity was entirely absent.

The first time it came back, there was a righteously indignant admonishment on its lack of block justification.  Apparently a non-block-justified memo is poison to the eyes of the executive.

So Prudence grumbled and re-justified the stinking memo and sent it back up.

Not altogether surprisingly, it came back down, this time accompanied by a gormless young man.

"I think you should include a procurement option," he mumbled, not meeting Prudence's eye.

"No, you've missed the point," said Prudence with not a little incredulity.  "Under no circumstances should we give this lot any money."

"But I'd like you to include the option."

The conversation, if one could stretch the truth sufficiently to compliment it so, went back and forth in a similar vein for nearly half an hour, Prudence's patience wearing dangerously thin.

The upshot:  another memo.  Explaining again the extreme dodginess of the applicant, and putting forward a whole different suite of arguments on why said applicant should be sent away with a flea in his ear.

Life is ever so.