We recently received a mass produced Christmas card from Kim Beazley. When I opened it all I could think about is the time he attended our school assembly.
It was your typical kissing-the-ass-of-a-politician event; mothers who work in the canteen dressed up like hookers in case they happen to be in the background of a photo, photographers bored out of their minds and wishing they were photographing bikini clad models in Hawaii, and kids fidgeting while being whisper yelled at by their over caffeinated teachers. After the principal had made introductions, fluffed his egocentric embossed feathers and managed to make half of the student population fall asleep, the Australian national anthem started playing over the speakers and none of us, not even the choir, knew the bloody words. Blushed and bemused the principal apologized to Mr Beazley.
To this day I am not sure what pissed off the principal more; that we didn’t know the lyrics to the Australian national anthem or that some of the older kids started singing the Burke’s Backyard theme song with some added pot related lyrics.
The latter would explain their inability to remember the national anthem.