The storm clouds I could see over the Sydney skyline this afternoon were, well, storm clouds. We have had a bit of rain but have had no mass demo yet. About three hundred school kids who probably know as much about global politics as they do about Jason Timberlake or, judging by their clothes, Marilyn Manson, skipped school to protest about all things Americanly Imperial and, my personal favourite, protesting for the right to protest. If you want to live in a world with iPods you have to accept a world of nasty wars. Simple really. Now back to school kiddies.
George does not travel light. His motorcade is around thirty cars long, there was a fighter jet overhead, inflatable boats and helicopters with gun-toting security, roof top snipers and even a few jet-skis. In contrast the Chinese premiere pretty much crept in and might as well of got a taxi from the airport. Well, not really because he has meetings to attend and Sydney taxi drivers are notoriously poor drivers with little to no knowledge of Sydney streets; don't get a taxi unless you have time on your side. The advice to locals was to leave cars at home and get the bus. The Bridge has a single south-bound bus lane that became blocked in the morning rush-hour by a sudden city diversion (maybe George wanted a Starbucks.) The impact of this was a queue of buses stretching all the way over the Bridge, a distance of quite a lot; the length of the bridge is one of those things I really should know but don't. Make that I didn't. It's all here.
Saturday, when I will be in Melbourne on Rowlf collection duty, is pencilled in for the Big One. A court ruled today that a protest march through the City to the secure zone barrier cannot take place. So it certainly will and there will inevitable be 'silliness'. Ho-hum.
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