The Scion, the Wheat and the Cabinet – Chapters III and IV

As Australia careers back into the 19th century, and as Mr Downer is about to be translated to London, I think it’s high time for some more historical satire from Malcolm B Duncan. As a special treat, here are Chapters 3 and 4 of The Scion, the Wheat and the Cabinet.

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The Chronicles of Nadir
As told from the grave by Tom Lewis

Tale the First

The Scion, the Wheat and the Cabinet

Chapters III & IV

“Wheat?” asked little Lucy, “Why ever do you want to know what I know about wheat?”

The Cabinet Secretary looked at her gravely and said, “There is no wheat in the land of Nadir anymore and the Inner Cabinet and the White Witch are sorely troubled.”

“I heard she’d got over that” said little Lucy.

“Hold your tongue, child, and answer my question.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying so, I think that presents a certain logical difficulty, unless you mean it literally in which case you might not understand the answer because a lot of the syllables might get lost and…”

“You’ve been in local government, haven’t you?” said the Cabinet Secretary.

“Well, yes, I have. I was Lord Mayor between Frank Sartor and Clover Moore.”

The Cabinet Secretary turned an interesting shade of puce. “There are some things we don’t want to contemplate, even in the land of Nadir,” he sputtered.

“I meant in between, temporally.”

“That’s a relief,” said the Cabinet Secretary.

His colour changed again, this time to the shade that old parchment has after it has been scraped back by obliging novices in a convent. He shuddered and a moment later, his face changed back again to the normal colour of Cabinet Secretaries, finely lined by thin red veins pumping port and other spirituous liquors.

“What’s the matter?” asked little Lucy.

“Something has happened,” said the Cabinet Secretary.

“What?” asked little Lucy.

“I don’t quite know,” said the Cabinet Secretary slyly as a piece of paper emerged from a strange machine just by his left elbow. “No one told me.”

“What’s that?” asked little Lucy as the Cabinet Secretary took a piece of paper from the machine. “Nothing,” he said, “I haven’t read it.” He glanced at the paper on both sides and fed it into a box on the other side of his armchair. There was a whirring noise as the piece of paper was shredded into thin ribbons.

“What was that piece of paper?” asked little Lucy.

“What piece of paper?” asked the Cabinet Secretary.

“That piece of paper you just put into that machine.”

“Machine? What machine? There are no machines in the land of Nadir ever since the great Emperor Keating, may his name always be revered, dismantled all manufacturing industry and we moved to a modern economy without bananas.”

“Bananas?” asked Little Lucy. “You mean there are no bananas here?” (Bananas were a particular favourite of all the children and Lucy was distressed to learn that they were not available in the land of Nadir.)

“Yes we have no bananas,” said the Cabinet Secretary. “But, more to the point, my mistress, the White Witch, will want to know what you know about wheat.”

“Well, really, all I know is that, like bananas, we grow it. Apart from that, no-one tells me anything. You’d be better off asking Alexander. He’s in charge of wheat. He was telling us only the other day how hard it is to export in competition with the Canadians and the Americans and what a sophisticated commercial network filled with the very best brains one needs to ensure one is paying the best price on offer but still within limits. Or was that getting the best price? And even if he doesn’t know because someone hasn’t told him something or something like that, his friend, the Boy Dweeb, is sure to know.” (Little Lucy didn’t know exactly why the Boy Dweeb was called the Boy Dweeb. There was a rumour that the name had been given to him by Doug Anthony but since no-one knows who Doug Anthony is any more, it needn’t detain us long.) “Do you get Yes, Minister here?”

“We get a lot of Ministers here,” said the Cabinet Secretary “but they are mostly the double-negative type rather than the Yes type. Do you think I might be able to have a chat to Alexander?”

“Well, I don’t know whether he’s made it through the Cabinet yet,” little Lucy replied. “I could take you to see him.”

“Oh no,” said the Cabinet Secretary, “that would never do. My place is here. There is much to do in the Land of Nadir: press leaks to plug, rumours to set running, scandals to paper over, the Dwarf to be kept happy, and the White Witch appeased all with no-one being told or knowing anything.”

“Sounds like Alexander is your man,” said little Lucy. “Perhaps I should get him for you.”

Unknown to little Lucy, as she had been warming herself by the fire, two terribly important things had happened. As we shall learn, the Cabinet was not the only way into the land of Nadir. There were many and varied entrances and incantations which could transport people (even bi or trans-sexuals) into the land of Nadir.

The first important thing which had happened was that Alexander had found the Cabinet and made his way through it. Just as he did, Little Johnnie and Jeanette arrived at Nadir airport after lunch with the Victorian backbenchers. As soon as they entered Nadir airspace, a miraculous transformation overcame them. The aeroplane they had been traveling in miraculously transformed itself into a sleigh, Little Johnnie sprouted the most enormous beard and Jeanette was transmogrified into a very, very tall, beautiful, white-faced, radiant red-lipped creature covered from head to toe in various furs of various animals who had been sacrificed to serve her whims (one of them was said to be Barry Jones). Were it not for all the fur of all the different creatures covering her hands, it would have been apparent that the White Witch, Queen of Nadir, aka Jadis, was red both in mouth and claw. The sleigh crunched into the hard-packed snow and turned into a curving path just as Alexander reached the smart pole. Being an art lover, Alexander’s attention was captured by the kaleidoscope of colour and did not at first notice the sleigh bearing down on him until it came to an abrupt swishing halt.

The Queen said to Alexander, “What manner of creature are you?”

“I’m a Downer,” said Alexander proudly.

“No doubt of that,” piped up the Dwarf.

“Hold your tongue, Dwarf,” said the Queen.

“Yes Dear, er, Your Majesty,” replied the Dwarf.

“That’s better,” said the Queen, turning again to Alexander. “Are you a son of Adam?”

“Er, no, Papa was another Alexander, Sir Alexander, actually.”

“Where are you from?” asked the Queen.

“Well, actually, I’ve just sort of come out of a sort of closet really. It’s very cold here and I didn’t bring anything to eat.”

“Perhaps …” said the Dwarf looking slyly at the Queen.

“Yes,” she said. “Bring forth the Fruits of Office. Would you like to eat of the Fruits of Office, Alexander son of Sir Alexander Actually?”

“Wot you got?” said Alexander in a sort of Billy Bunter pose.

The Dwarf brought out a box of delightful-looking Darrell-Lea confectionary, each piece topped with a little fez labeled variously: overseas trips accompanied (wife); overseas trips unaccompanied; overseas trips accompanied (not wife); Com Car; Drinkie Poohs; State Dinners; postage allowance; office equipment; ministerial loading; backbencher (female); backbencher (male); backbencher (surprise assortment). That was just the top layer. It looked as though the box was almost bottomless.

Alexander’s eyes went wide as he reached greedily for a backbencher (surprise assortment), defezzed it and popped it into his mouth. He groaned with delight and eagerly reached for another of the top layer almost before the backbencher had fully passed his gullet. “It is still rather cold,” said Alexander around yet another of the Fruits of Office.

“Come and sit by me and I shall warm you under the Dwarf’s beard. Bring the Fruits of Office with you.”

Alexander slid up into the sleigh with a sense of considerable (and unbeknown to him, justifiable) foreboding. The Dwarf immediately whipped it into action. “Giddy up, Corder” sad the Dwarf. As Corder had a tendency to dress to the right, the sleigh would only go in circles which, after all, was the only way anything in the Land of Nadir went and after a while, they met themselves coming the other way.

Neither the Queen nor the Dwarf had told Alexander that eating of the Fruits of Office sometimes came at a very heavy price. There was a very nasty inquiry about and Alexander was about to be summonsed to appear before it and would have to swear on the Beard of the Dwarf to tell the truth on pain of never being in the Cabinet again.

As they whizzed along, Alexander finished the second of the layers of the Fruits of Office with a large intern and eagerly attacked the third. Here he met his first defeat in the Land of Nadir: there was nothing in any of them, it was simply a layer of fezzes labelled “Wheat.”

* * * * * * *

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the Cabinet, Peter and Amanda had found an illegal immigrant and were torturing it. Peter was taking money out of its pockets while Amanda wrapped it tightly in razor wire so that it could not move without cutting itself.

The disheveled CLERK came along and said, “Are you colour-blind? Put that immigrant down at once – it’s Papuan. There may be an inquiry.”

“What immigrant?” asked Amanda.

“What would there be to inquire into?” asked Peter “We don’t know anything.”

“Nonsense,” said the disheveled CLERK. “We may even have to send you to the Coleface.”

Peter and Amanda went white. “But it’s only Alexander and the Boy Dweeb that have to go there.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure, if I were you. These things have a habit of taking on a life of their own, you know. The Dwarf was there only yesterday,” replied the disheveled CLERK.

Just then, Lucy and Alexander walked up. “Where have you two been?” asked the disheveled CLERK.

“Tuck shop,” lied Alexander without blinking, then he belched.

“We’ve been in the Land of Nadir,” said Lucy proudly.

“Don’t listen to her – she’s naf,” said Alexander.

“Ooh, fibber,” said Lucy. “We really have been in the land of Nadir – it’s been winter there for 10 years and there’s no wheat and it’s full of strange creatures and a nasty White Witch and they’ve got no bananas and…”

“What’s that around your mouth?” the disheveled CLERK asked Alexander.

“Nothing,” said Alexander sheepishly.

“That’s the remains of a first-class domestic air flight, isn’t it? You’ve been eating of the Fruits of Office, haven’t you, boy?”

“Might have had one,” said Alexander pulling out a dirty pink handkerchief and wiping his mouth.

“You children have been inside the Cabinet haven’t you? The SPEAKER must hear of this at once. I must send a message to the CLERK OF THE ASSEMBLY. Now, where did I put that black rod?”

“Are you going to beat us?” asked Alexander just a touch too eagerly.

“I’ll beat him if you like Mr CLERK. I just have to get rid of this immigrant,” said Amanda.

“Yes, well there’s that too. But as I say, it’s Papuan, it’s got a visa,” said the disheveled CLERK.

“Well, I didn’t give it a visa,” snapped Amanda. “No-one told me.”

“Can I go now?” asked the immigrant.

“Yes,” said the disheveled CLERK. “Have you applied for your newstart allowance? The rest of you come with me.” He handed the immigrant a mobile phone and after dialing a 1800 number, left him on hold.

“But it’s stateless,” grumbled Amanda.

“No it’s not, it’s Indonesian. Give it to Brendan then, and he can push it out to sea and the Navy can deal with it. How old is it?”

“About 5,” answered Amanda.

“Problem solved,” said the disheveled CLERK. “Brendan will have it overboard in a trice. Now hurry up and don’t tampa with it.”

“But how’s it going to pay?” asked Peter.

“Don’t worry about that now,” said the disheveled CLERK. “Brendan can extract some body parts or something – he is a doctor after all.”

“Well, just so people know that I’ve got a budget to balance,” said Peter.

They all trooped off to see the SPEAKER.

By this time, the Papuan, who was a really nice fellow called Bruce but very short for his age, had run up a mobile bill of about $283. Finally, he got jack of the whole thing, flashed his visa at reception at the Hyatt, booked a suite and settled in with Foxtel and the room-service menu. As he was ordering, he asked the concierge, “Where’s Fyshwick from here?” Bruce had been around but he didn’t really think of himself as an Indonesian.

As the children trailed behind the disheveled CLERK, little Lucy said, “It’s so sad. I really don’t know how they manage for breakfast in Nadir. They don’t have any wheat.”

The disheveled CLERK rounded on her and said sternly, “You mustn’t mention the wheat.”

Peter said, “That’s export dollars that is – wheat.”

Amanda, going against the grain, said, “It’s imports I worry about.”

Alexander drew himself to his full height and walked into a lintel. “I’m supposed to be in charge of wheat.”

To be continued. Sometime.

632 thoughts on “The Scion, the Wheat and the Cabinet – Chapters III and IV

  1. Puffy:

    Part of me wants the ALP to vote with Abbott and take down the ETS, and let the consequences fall where they may, and remove Abbott’s excuse.

    I don’t think that would work. It would be a very smooth transition for them to make from “the carbon tax is holding us back” to “the carbon tax created a financial black hole it will take a long time to fix”. They’re already saying that “Labor waste” is the reason why they’re not doing anything about the economy. That waste didn’t even exist.

    The best thing is to keep telling them they’re responsible for what happens to the economy and remind them that (in their own words) the job of the opposition is to oppose. The ALP will consider any sensible solutions, but none have been forthcoming yet. Basically, anything that draws the Opposition-In-Government into a debate is going to be a winner for the ALP, because the LNP have only come up with political strategies, not policies, and therefore can’t argue facts. Anything that tends toward ‘stunt’ or ‘slogan’ plays into their hands.

  2. leonetwo,
    I’m happy to go along with the Alien theory. Not sure why they would be interested in a Boeing 777?
    Maybe 777 signifies something to them?

  3. Irene did do stuff with Peter Sellers. One thing leads to another so here …

  4. Fiona

    . The NZ Wetapunga , a giant insect which can weigh as much as a sparrow, had some good news today with a successful breeding program of the endangered species. . Anyways looking around I came across one of your rellies encountering a normal size Weta and found out they are feisty little bleeders. It comes out swinging at about 0:40

    Picture of a Wetapunga eating a carrot.

  5. One for the dance fans –
    Daniel Platt, who played one of the brothers in the moive Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, has died aged 100.

    Daniel the Seven Brides Brother Danced to 100

    Daniel was not just some Hollywood hoofer, he had a background in classical ballet and kept dancing until almost the end of his life. We didn’t get to hear much about him in Australia, but anyone who had the privilege of seeing the delightful film ‘Ballets Russes’, released a few years ago, will remember him.

    ‘Ballets Russes’ is a gem. Many of the ballet stars featured were in their 80s and 90s when it was made, and most have since passed away. The film is a wonderful memorial to them all.

  6. In the very late 1960s / very early 1970s, some excellent plays were presented on Sunday (?) evening on ABC TV. One in particular that I recall was Wilde’s Salomé, with the great Frank Thring playing Herod.

    The Dance of the Seven Veils scene was filmed as a reflection in Herod’s eye, with more and more sweat pouring down his face as the dance proceeded.

    Sheer, unforgettable, magic.

  7. orangefox

    The yanks or someone blew it up either by design or mistake and the rest is a massive cover up.

    I still say it was blown up in a second due to no radio mayday

  8. The number SEVEN has so often been used in art, music, literature, cinema. Must have a symbolic meaning. Here is Bergman’s use of 7:

  9. “The satellite is stationary over the equator …”

    It’s nominally over the equator, but needs a nudge now and then to keep it on station. It was the doppler shift from this satellite’s motion that allowed them to determine the southerly route was the most likely; if it was stationary, we’d still be none the wiser.

  10. Fiona,

    If you can find where that 1954 Salome Hayworth Thring can be bought please let me know. VHS or DVD OK.

  11. Those e-mails don’t look good for Lord Downer. Hope Eric Campbell is beavering away. He’s pretty good.

  12. “The satellite is stationary over the equator …”

    To be geostationary the satellite is a very long way out. Not sure how accurate its numbers would be. they certainly would not when launched be designed for that sort of stuff. Hats off to Arthur C Clarke for first suggesting such satellites and where they need to be parked .would be ideal communication devices.

  13. I wonder what the bribe is

    Two thirds of asylum seekers detained on Manus Island have had their initial refugee status determination interviews completed, according to the Australian and Papua New Guinea governments.

    They confirmed that all asylum seekers found to be refugees on Manus will be resettled in PNG, seemingly contradicting comments made by the PNG prime minister, Peter O’Neill, last month who said “not all” refugees would be housed in the country after determination.

  14. New QLD State poll. No TPP provided on Nine News, but I’m sure William & Possum will estimate it. Keep an eye on the link below for when full details go up.

    Last Queensland State Poll Reachtel did was this one in July 2013, so I presume the shifts indicated in that tweet above are versus the actual last election, not the last poll (LNP is declining, but not that much since July).

    Queensland poll – July 2013
    Submitted by ReachTEL on Thu, 11/07/2013 – 13:47

    ReachTEL conducted an eight-question survey of 1,613 residents across Queensland on the night of 10th July 2013. The poll was commissioned by ‘Working for Queenslanders’.


    We don’t have the a problem here with racial/politicial charity, but the line about “Right now, evangelicals are better at taking advantage of this than fascists, but the fact is that such manipulative charity thrives in the spaces vacated by welfare” rings true. Religious charity can have an agenda in Oz, and even secular ones may be stacked with Liberal party types with a line to push.

  16. Seems to me that with only 2 satellites you can get a track north or south (think: two intersecting circles… they meet at two points). You need a third to determine whether the true track is north or south.

    This is where the Doppler thingmy came in. I read somewhere that they only had to get a general idea from the Doppler Effect to realise the Northern route was not to the point of intersection. So it must have been the Southern point.

    I don’t claim to have any more knowledge than that, but I DO know this is exactly how GPS works. 2 satellites give 2D navigation, three give a more precise point and a fourth gives full 3D positioning (including altitude, which from the one time I tested it in a light aircraft, is remarkably accurate, down to a few metres).

    Youse all may know my theory – not yet disproven, as many of the more “conventional” ones have been – about Diego Garcia, but I must say the North Korean one does appeal. Another secretive state (or in the case of Diego Garcia, base) where the plane could have been “disappeared” without trace.

    Just because it hasn’t happened before, and is therefore classed as “unlikely”, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Certainly there is abundant technology to support a hijack/remote-piloting scenario.

  17. Diego Garcia- Possibility yes
    Southern ocean_ “””””” “”
    North Korea “””””” “”””
    Blown up by Usa “”””””” “”””
    Blown up by bomb “”””” “””
    Taken by aliens “”””” “””

    Anything and everything is a possibility and unless wreckage and intact flight recording systems are found we may well never know what happened.
    A certainty is that the Idiot jumped the gun big-noting himself in parliament and to the world..
    Another embarrassment for us poor citizens.

  18. Joe6pack,
    Just now I’m working on my best upper-class English accent so I can pretend to have nothing to do with Abbottralia.

  19. orange fox

    Wonder what sort of exercises the Chinese navy were doing a couple of weeks before up around Christmas Island.

  20. Fiona

    A vid from back when John Clarke was a kiwi icon, aka Fred Dagg. Trivia. In NZ being called “a dag” was a compliment. A ” Dag” was a comedian that , in a good way , made people laugh.

  21. Joe6p. While digging through a pile of old books at my mother’s place, I came across a “Aircraft Annual 1949”..(“including specifications of the worlds aircraft”)…edited by John W. R. Taylor.


  23. Worth googling the title or URL to read this, some useful info on what’s going on in the NT, although I’m sure its not the whole story.

    Bush Aborigines are fed up
    Amos Aikman The Australian April 04, 2014 12:00AM

    TENSION between Aborigines who have remained poor while Darwin has been transformed from a disaster zone after Cyclone Tracy to a “Gateway to Asia” city now has finally burst through the seams, ripping apart the Northern Territory government.

    The imminent departure from the ruling Country Liberal Party of three traditional, culturally res­pected indigenous members not only plunges the government into crisis but could create a watershed for indigenous represent­ation in Australia.

    Aboriginal votes that enabled the CLP to win power failed to deliver a government in which a maj­ority of Aboriginal members could influence policymaking, resources allocation and the public service to anywhere near their — or, it appears, their constituents’ — satisfaction. The blame game has begun over whether the fault lies with individuals or the system.

    The CLP must now win the by-election in former chief minister Terry Mills’s old seat of Blain on April 12 or negotiate with independents to retain a majority. Failing that, the Territory could be headed for an early election.

    The ongoing crisis may have ugly ramifications for the Abbott government’s indig­enous engagement project.

    I’m reposting this for Bob Gosfords additional perspective, which was more focussed on the recent events.

  24. Good morning Dawn Patrollers.
    And the same goes for the acceptance/selection of students! Adrian Piccoli continues to impress.
    Kate McClymont at ICAC. Arfur is shot to pieces – shown up by the actions of Michael Costa.
    And Sean Nichols describes the “explosion” of Arfur’s reputation.
    Best of all is Michelle Grattan’s picture of the hapless Arfur.
    Lenore Taylor on revenue woes.
    Wasteful prick!
    Napthine demonstrates how Pyne’s policies would likely turn out across the country.
    The Conversation has a good examination of the roles of Pell and the lawyers.
    A very good article by Richard Ackland on the Bigots Bill.
    So much for Lindsay Fox’s private beach.

  25. And from the Land of the Free –

    A nasty trap for some spouses of veterans.
    This dumb-assed sportscaster has no idea!
    Bernie Sanders on the “purchase” of seats. Is he thinking of Clive Palmer?
    A blistering dissent in the SCOTUS underlines the legacy left by George W Bush.
    And Nancy Pelosi weighs in on that judgement.
    The Young Turks’ take on this decision and how it came about.
    Mitch McConnell is increasingly on the nose in his electorate.
    The hidden effects and costs of the US wars.
    Will they EVER learn?
    The Young Turks with another piss take of FoxNews.

  26. BK, spot on with Piccoli. He represents an electorate with a lot of 4,6 and 8 point schools( the number of incentive points per year that a teacher earns towards future transfer) and he knows that the folk out there need a strong system of education and the independents are not going to give that in the boonies.
    Get rid of the school transport subsidy as well and then we will see who can deliver the best education.

  27. He protested his travelling time from the CBD to AWH’s offices in Bella Vista, in the city’s north-west, had not been added in. And what about the times at functions at people’s houses that he had promoted AWH? demanded Sinodinos

    What? No weddings?

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