Postcard from the People’s Republic: Albo woos Uncle Xi

When Albo goes to China, he reads between the mick lines – a sailor in his hand and absolutely no diplomacy comprehension, John Longhurst.

On the one hand, Mick worked by turning to the bar table with a sailor and shaking a card in the other:

“Okay, listen. I want to read these postcards to you before the Bazza emerges and starts spreading political accuracy.”

Young Simon rubbed his chin:

“What is a postcard muck?”

Mick shook his head:

“I have told you before, Simon. The people you know is the time when they publish a picture card by writing you in the back while on vacation to be jealous.

Simon reversed the postcards and received a comment on the strange font.

Mick grinded his teeth:

“This is called handwriting, Simon. And you use a biro.”

Simon bit his lower lip:

“What is the EU -“

Mick’s eyebrows cut him:

“Anyway, let’s go back to duty. My cousin was renovating some of the Parliament House at the weekend to prepare for the first seating day.

Simon’s eyes expanded:

“So the pigeons really delivered the mail in the old days, Mick? How did they know which letter went to the right pigeon hole?”

Mick took a deep breath:

“Later, Young Simon. Now, this postcard ends in my cousin’s tool bag. He appeals to Jim Chalmers and from Albo.

Mick took a good sip and cleaned his throat:

Hey Jimbo,

I thought I would leave you a line because I had a little free time with this six -day trip to China. Xi Jinping and I became great wives very quickly. He likes to be called

“Big Daddy” or “Uncle Xi”.

We did most of the touristic things. We visited the pandas. Fortunately, they are too big to embrace. When I visited Oz, I told him they would give him a coala, but I couldn’t promise him not to be angry with him.

Well, the Chinese Grand Wall trip was fantastic to follow the footprints of Gough, a eye -catching and comrade. When I visited, I said we would respond with a walk along the rabbit -proof fence, but it wasn’t affected.

We have overthrew several difficult problems, including the men who took the Australian tour and threw a lively ammunition. I gave Big Daddy a jab in the ribs and told us that it would be good to give us the next time. His English is not great and I don’t have Mandarin, so we laughed and let him go into the goalkeeper.

The most important feature of the trip was Tucker, Jimbo. We both hate hamburgers and fast food. He thinks your hair colored orange, so we tear it to local dishes as if it weren’t tomorrow.

Big Daddy Fang is big. Lazy Susan in feasts …

Kamu Bella was interrupted:

“How did Susan syllable?”

Mick ignored the comment:

In the feasts, lazy susan continued straight – Kung Pao Chicken, Beijing Duck, Meatballs, Hotpots, and a sweet and sour pork to die. The only meal that was missing was lemon chicken, but I promised him that I would guide the recipe from Marrickville Chinese restaurant.

Now tell the Labor Party not to pack your lunch for a return to parliament on Tuesday. I have lots of dog bags to share between the troops. Come to think, probably enough to share with the diminishing opposition.

And just remind them Jimbo… ”No Hubris!”

All the best,

Albo

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John Longhurst is an old industrial defender and political consultant. He is currently working as an English and history teacher on the southern coast of NSW.

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