First sunday of the month, another fire in the bearpit bar.

Like an end of financial year firebombing, today's developments in the Bearpit bar indicate that we live in interesting times.

The Grand Mufti and Kaiser Trad  start early in the bearpit bar for a Sunday, although it was already a busy time of year. Like the first Sunday of the last month, the town crier has started another fire. The timing and the context is curious, although perhaps a little more oblique than the last, not just geographically.

The comrade for Ku Ring Gai uses the opportunity for a walk in the park and the best fireman in the land must face embers from long ago,  now rekindled.

Whether another fire is to happen next month, or whether it will be extinguished, and whether people have too much time on their hands at the moment - or it is being encouraged that they are seen as having too much time on their hands, is yet to be seen, if you know what I mean.

In training for this Tuesday nights press club temperance meeting, we order a middy of fosters light shandy with diet coke, a beer daiquiri, and a cup of warm fat with a hair in it, and head over to the north side of the bar to continue our geography lesson with Deputy Sheriff Watkins,  who has been out post regicide for a drive in his Toyota Prius.