Leave Brodburger alone.
Jebus, I don’t know what’s wrong with the authorities that preside over this town. Actually, yes I do. We all do. As soon as someone dares to do something interesting, unique or entertaining in an attempt to show off their unique human skills and thus breathe some life and personality into this sometimes flaccid city, it’s time for the ‘authorities’ to step in. The attempt to morph the beloved food van into a toilet block plays out as an all-too-familiar scene round these parts.
INT. Miscellaneous Bureaucrats Office
“Have you heard about this Brodburger sir?”
“No, Jenkins, what is it?”
“It’s a red food van, sir, in Bowen Park run by ex chefs. Extremely popular, it seems, it’s become somewhat of a Canberra icon over the past few months.”
<slams hand on the desk> “It must be stopped, Jenkins! How dare they bring something interesting to this town! This is Canberra, dammit, Caaaaaanberraaaaa!” <tears shirt open… probably>
“Yes, sir. On it right away sir. Seems a shame, but at least it will distract people from the fact it took us the best part of a year to install simple benches in Civic.”
“Is that mustard on the corner of your mouth, Jenkins?”
Canberra’s growing, and with that growth comes problems, so why don’t you go and fix one of those and leave the good stuff alone, huh? That goes for our live music venues too, but more on that later.
ALLAN “I’LL POUND YOU LIKE YESTERDAY’S BEEF” SKO
