Champion lezzo pollie Clover Moore has taken time off from organising gay parades to stick the stilletto into bastard John Thorpe of the AHA. Thorpe is the bloke who reckons he ‘knows what Sydney wants’, that is, when we go out on the piss. Lipstick Lezzo Moore has called his bluff and sweet talked Iemma into letting Sydney have a glass of wine in a cafe, without, shock horror, ordering a 3 course meal.
Of course bastard Thorpe is livid, bursting Tooheys Old veins left right and all the way to Harbord. 
“Sydney doesn’t want to sit in quiet and peace and enjoy a drink and a chat.” No, he said, we want large barns, filled almost to capacity with pokies, then add lots and lots of TV screens, the bigger the better, all tuned to different channels, but all showing sport. Has he got his finger on the pulse or up his arse?
Hopefully this means I’ll be able to saunter down to my local Italian eatery on the occasional sunny Sydney afternoon, order a glass of vino, and shoot the breeze with other locals. As the restauranteur is making a bit from the grog, perhaps he’ll be amenable to hosting live music occasionally. Salute!
