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What the hell does Del do with all her dough? Give it to Buddha?
The Minister for Communities, Women and Youth, Minister for Child Safety and Minister for Multicultural Affairs cops $318 000 a year in salary alone, yet owes more than 10 grand on her car, has no investements other than a few savings and cheque accounts, and doesn’t even own the roof that keeps the rain off the marital (what’s the adjective for de-facto?) bed.
We know she spends a fair bit of time and dough having her bouffant tended – she has told the world so herself – and then a bit more time writing articles bemoaning the fact that blokes comment on her hair. If you’re confused, so am I; but the Minister for Women reckons that a sheila needs to keep up appearances, because blokes expect her to.
If you’re even more confused I am too, and I reckon next time my old mate Helen Clark is in town I’ll hook up a meeting with Del so the best woman politician in the Southern Hemisphere can set the newby straight on a few facts of life about feminism and the contradictions between seeking to advance the cause of women and pandering to the expectation of misogynist neathandrals.
Whether she takes the tip is up to Del, but even if she ignores the advice of the legend who is going to make Kevvy cry when she knocks him off for the top job at the UN – Helens’s currently number 3 in the outfit, the worst PM in history is nowhere – and continues to get her hair done every day or two, surely Del can’t be dropping more than a few hundred a week on hair dye and blow-waves.
Aunty Helen, a bunch of Labor Cabinet Ministers and a bead-twirling thick sh*t Kiwi. The Bovver Boy is absent, in the library putting the final touches to his PhD on the charitable works of Sid Vicious
Dave’s a metro sexual type of tyke, so there’s a few dollars need to be put away for his scissor jobs and colour, and a few more to keep the stubble trimmed, but even if he gets it done by old Oscar Cullinan surely a monkey would be the maximum damage, which leaves plenty over for a mortgage and the car payments.
Now I accept that Armani suits aren’t cheap, and neither are RM Williams Boots, but they’re an occasional expense, not a weekly splurge. Of course there are the trips down south to watch the Hawks get walloped by Port and flogged by the Swans, and maybe there is even the odd sojourn across the Nullabor to Patersons Stadium to witness the Dockers humiliate Jeff Kennett’s boys; but surely 15 grand would pull up your outlay there, even with the odd 5 star hotel and 4-figure dinners with the sister and the outlaws.
So what the hell does Del do with the rest? Who bloody knows.
Perhaps she’s a true socialist, and gives it to the Multi-Cultural Development Association so that they can help refugees like my mate Aussie Abbas to kick-start their new life with a roof over their head and a job.
Maybe she sends it off to the union charity Apheda so they can feed and clothe the poor buggers unlucky enough to be born and raised in the third world.
It could be even that she’s got a motza stashed away in the cheque and savings accounts, but at the current record low-interest rates you would have to be as mad as I am to whack it in the jug, and Del ain’t mad (or at least I don’t think so).
Let’s be totally Francis. It’s really none of my business or yours what Del does with her 6 grand a week. And I would never have presumed to ask had she not cast her pearls before partnered swine in her previous life (and I’m not talking about here choice of men). But she did, so have, and such is life as Ned Kelly taught us.
I wonder though if she’s good for a loan? Edgar Britt (above) has been on the tip line and given me a hot tip for the big race at Doomben tomorrow. Because I’m a magnanimous b*stard I’ll share it with you.
Race 6 Number 5 – Charlie Boy.