  Tony was having one of his can't-differentiate-between-an- idea -and-a- good idea moments. I'll let him explain, because frankly I'm trying to forget it. OK - Haven't blogged in a couple of days (but the doctor gave me some....oh never mind, I couldn't be bothered with that joke). I had a whole rant devised about the distinct lack of sausage sizzles at voting venues this year, before we were interrupted by "the unpleasantness". Suffice it to say that after walking from my place to Rose Hill, waiting in line for 20 minutes to be told to go elsewhere, then walking to and standing in line for over an hour at Parramatta Town Hall, I could really have used a sausage. Just a little meat-byproduct in an intestinal casing, burnt on a dirty grille, and slapped on some bread to raise money for the kids. Too hard people? Everyone's remembered Fletch's little shindig on Sunday right? There'll be sausages there, won't there? 
