Return of a Repaired Mind

Have you ever been delirious?

This week, at about the same time as Barrie Cassidy was verbally clobbering Tony Abbott into incoherent submission (good one Bazza!), a bunch of nasty germs (a faction, if you will - perhaps even a right-wing faction) were mobilizing in my head, knocking me near-unconscious for days. This included two nights of delerium. Delerium is a deeply stupid state to be in. You feel absolutely compelled to do something very important. The first night of delerium was taken up mainly by Oompa Loompas (probably because Willy Wonka was on TV). I regret to report that, from what little I remember of it, I think I believed I was a union leader for Oompa Loompas. Yes friends, that's delerium.

The second night was probably worse. Given the current dilemma in NSW politics, I suddenly felt it my duty to redistribute the seat of Pittwater, despite that a) John Brogden has not left the seat b) there is no need for the seat to be abolished c) I have no knowledge whatsoever of the Pittwater area. No matter. It had to be done, and my mind kept me awake most of the night doing it. It was all very strange.

Thus, it's probably a good thing that I've been absent from the blogosphere for most of this week ... from here on in, I promise: no Oompa Loompas.