In the hallowed halls of local government the material for the Béchamel show just writes itself.
'Please finish the 86 tram before I die' an elderly lady wrote in.
Over heard in the office ' An ice cream van is being organized by the social club, we have to write a risk management plan '
There are 3 stressful things in life: death, divorce and a local government restructure.
In years to come I suspect that I will be visited by hundreds of eager young community development workers looking for advice and I will tell them:
In my day the community wanted English teatime recipes, halal sausages and buses. Buses to take them places. In my day we took 481 people to the snow in buses, some of them had never even seen it before.
Then I will wake up and they are still there, desperate to shake my hand before they leave my Order of Australia and me. As they leave I put my hands under the automatic hand sanitizer waving and saying goodbye member of the community goodbye.
Béchamel is all singing all dancing and all knowing, particularly about Australian politics and it defines what politicians are:
A flash mob a term coined in 2003 to denote a group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual and sometimes seemingly pointless act for a brief time, then disperse.