AN ELECTION WAS IN THE OFFING and babies blossomed in equal numbers to politicians holding them at nappies’ length in front of the cameras. Labor’s Kevin Rudd came to W.A to Greet the People. He was joined by the State Premier Alan Carpenter during that emotional time, pausing from official functions to spontaneously, yep, Kiss the Babies. They were hard at it in the streets of Ye Olde Fremantle Towne, unbeknownst to me. I rounded a corner and there was a hump of journalists far outweighing the crowd of three or four local hobo’s and the esteemed gentlemen’s minders, associates, electoral officers and sundry staffers.
Faced with the opportunity of personal contact I exuberantly jumped in front of a few television cameras, waving my hands in greeting and handing out a smile as big as a bouncer at Stroppers Manhattan Strip Bar. “Yay,” I yelled as loud as a true blue believer. “Go Ruddy, go!”