Ode to the great Lange
RIP a great man. Politics shmolitics, anyone to can tell a yuppie, upstart American to hold his breath coz he could smell the uranium on it deserves our eternal devotion. I met him in Los Angeles, when he came and visited, because Mum was his host sort of... and when asked where we should go he said Burger King - so Dad took him to Burger King. And we took him to theme park and the Americans were just dying of fear that some fat Head of State would be gunned down on their watch at somewhere like Magic Mountain. And my parents ASSURE me, word of truth, that when they all went on a rollercoaster, the Secret Servicemen's guns fell out of their holsters when the rollercoater went upside down, and clattered 30 feet to the conrete below (though I have no recollection of the time!).The Australians are ALL calling him a "Colossus". Like "A Colossus of politics" and "A Colossus that strode the political landscape" and "Farewell to a Colossus".
So... farewell to a collossus who strode the political landscape like, well... a colossus of politics.
J xoxo
posted by kenandjerry at 12:02 PM
3 Comments:
very sad isn't it? I remember him coming to my house for a bbq and i sat on his knee and he was really nice. And of course there is him and dads long involved realtionship, sigh.
Yeah my Dad said there was a lovely clip of your Dad on the Tv One news clip thingy on the net, from the news, talking about David Lange.
If I find it I'll send it to you...
Jxoxo
Jen what a fantastic story about the guns! That should be published. It would have made Lange laugh a lot.
He was such a lovely person - he always remembered details about your children when he talked to you. Irresistible to a mum.
Love your blog
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