|Ready for anything at 5.30am|
This morning, a fellow protestor at the drilling site at the corner of Queens and Alexandra parades, came up with a great analogy about our picket. He compared Premier Napthine and his cronies to a huge powerful beast, but a beast with a problem. Inside the large head of this leviathan there are teeth and inside one of those teeth is a cavity. The cavity, though small, is a constant irritant and when the creature puts his tongue on it, it feels as large as a canyon. It impedes the animal's sense of well-being and occasionally reminds him that he is not as strong and impregnable as he imagines. One day he too will fall.
|7am - the drill ascending|
It is never pleasant to see the drill rising for the start of another day of drilling, but we have become practised at making the most of the time in its shadow:
|We catch up on reading|
|We celebrate: 'Happy Birthday to Kat!'|
Twenty-four years ago today Kat was born - to make a difference. This year she anticipated the festivities by two days. And not many party girls get to celebrate their birthday at the top of a drilling rig, with all eyes trained on them and a special squad of highly-trained experts required to ensure their safe exit. Who needs a red carpet when you can mark your birthday like that?
Heading off home, I passed the police enjoying breakfast at their picnic tables. Despite their apparent ease, we know that many of them have grave and increasing doubts about this posting. I'm sure not even the limbs of the beast feel comfortable when that pesky cavity just keeps on throbbing.
|The strong arms of the beast|