Absolutely delighted to wake up to the sounds of the Beaconsfield Miners walking out of their overtime shift. What an effort all round! Way to go guys.
But someone's got to say this: hell, if the mine didn't get them, the Trans Fatty Acids will. I've never heard such naked longing for pies and steak and chips and McDonalds. I'm sure the ambos and doctors are laughing on the surface and quietly writhing underneath.
So when the cacophany dies down, and all the stories are told, will there still be anything left? Probably a lifetime of Pie endorsements, if they get a lifetime out of their hearts.
Still, it must be amazing to see the sky again. And stretch your legs. And breathe fresh air. Hold that thought.
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