Lessons learned
Last Friday as I was making the 230KM drive back to Perth I stopped at Bunbury for some lunch and a refill of petrol. The petrol station at the main shopping centre complex was reasonably priced but absolutely chaotic. All the bays were full and I had to wait in one of them but which one?
Option A: Grandpa filling up an old Holden (looked to my untrained eye like a 60's car). Definitely a V8.
Option B: Young guy filling up a tiny Ford Festiva.
No brainer. I pull in behind the young guy.
Sure enough a few minutes later the young guy finishes filling his car and I smugly look over at the person waiting behind the Holden to my left. Yep, pays to have brains around here I thought. It's getting hot waiting out here in the sun and I'm keen to get moving.
Then the unexpected. The Festiva owner proceeds to open the hatchback and pull out 4 giant drums out of his tiny boot. My jaw drops and I scramble to find my keys, turning around in horror to see that I am hemmed in by about 7 cars behind me.
I scream but no-one hears and no-one cares.
15 minutes later when the Festiva drives off I remember that it's dangerous to go with conventional wisdom.
Tzarkoth posted in comments yesterday:
This is conventional wisdom - but I'm not conventional anymore and the longer time goes on the more unlikely I think this scenario will be. Don't write off Malcom Turnball just yet.
Option A: Grandpa filling up an old Holden (looked to my untrained eye like a 60's car). Definitely a V8.
Option B: Young guy filling up a tiny Ford Festiva.
No brainer. I pull in behind the young guy.
Sure enough a few minutes later the young guy finishes filling his car and I smugly look over at the person waiting behind the Holden to my left. Yep, pays to have brains around here I thought. It's getting hot waiting out here in the sun and I'm keen to get moving.
Then the unexpected. The Festiva owner proceeds to open the hatchback and pull out 4 giant drums out of his tiny boot. My jaw drops and I scramble to find my keys, turning around in horror to see that I am hemmed in by about 7 cars behind me.
I scream but no-one hears and no-one cares.
15 minutes later when the Festiva drives off I remember that it's dangerous to go with conventional wisdom.
Tzarkoth posted in comments yesterday:
Jonny will win again, hand over to Costello and then they will lose.
This is conventional wisdom - but I'm not conventional anymore and the longer time goes on the more unlikely I think this scenario will be. Don't write off Malcom Turnball just yet.