while there is beer there is hope

Oh frabjous day, callooh, calay! There are five bottles still left so unlikely that any more should explode now. It'll be interesting to see - well no, to taste - what they taste like. If they're really good, there's not much point in keeping so few for occasional visitors, eh?

And meanwhile, in a parallel Howard-hating universe, a few quite thoughtful articles today on the ten years of him we've had. About how the messages he sends out are received positively by many, but negatively by haters like me.

And some reference to the extraordinary good luck his government has had during a period of global growth (yeah yeah, I remember 1997) and the contribution made by Labor's previous economic reforms. Now there's a damn good story well told that you couldn't sell at any price.