Mum wrote me this email the other day: >>
“hi chicken, so sorry I was teaching when you rang, I told my s/s that you called me from Australia and they were suitably impressed!! Dashed in after that to the protest march, regarding the total cut of all ACE funding which will affect me badly. There were maybe 200 there and about 4 party members from Greens and Labour. I did a lot of yelling. “ <<
See if mum says she did a lot of yelling, then hells bells you better believe she battle cried. The reason I believe this is funny is based on a story of hers of a previous outburst a while ago that I’ll retell best I can here...
A while back when cousin Adri was running for Council mum went along to a rally night to show him some support.
It was held in a local community hall with the 6 candidates sitting in a row on the stage. Each person took their turn to tell the gathered voters how they would best represent them. Locals nodded or shook there heads appropriately before politely clapping each speaker and then it was Adrian’s turn to take the podium.
Mum beamed with pride and made sure to nod MORE vigorously and even to murmur out loud the odd affirmation to show her support. As his speech drew to a close and people began to clap, so brimming with encouragement was she that she leapt from her seat and shouted “GO ADRIAN TYLER!” whilst punching the air triumphantly with her fist!
The clapping faded out as people turned in their seats to seek out and eyeball the raucous maker. Adri flushed brilliant red as he returned to his seat and the woman next to mum leaned over with a knowing sneer and said, ‘I suppose that’s your son then’.
Unusually for mum such was her obvious embarrassment that she beat a hurried exit feeling rather as if she were leaving a wounded comrade on the battle field, a comrade that she herself had shot in the foot.
And that’s why it’s funny. The protest march. Cause you know with mum, it’s never just that simple.
