GIVEN YOUR ALL - NOW WHAT ?                  HOME                          Book 10 / Ch 12   Written / Published 24.2. / 28.2.2012



12.  Game - play for D

It lasted only one second, two days ago. I should not have been surprised, really, since the sudden appearance of a number, at a time to match, has happened for many years. After my perceiving mind becomes aware of these links, it has to decide, if this is something special, and if so, is it co-incident or not?

Rather than fewer, I see more and more of these links and thank God that I am able to cope with it all.


On reflection: My strange thought-pattern started when I refused to believe in co-incidence (meaninglessness) and stood on the word of Jesus, where HE taught that God is interested in every detail of our lives, even how many hairs we have on our head!

Hey, I just noted that the relevant verse is in Matthew 10, 30, which are the digits of my birthday, which I celebrated since the previous upload

Wouldn't that be interesting? Every Christian finds a bible verse, which they find important, and whose digits link to their birthday? When somebody asks us, when is your birthday, we answer: "Mine is Matthew 10, Verse 30, what's yours?"

The thought behind above scripture is obviously merely an illustration, how God cares for us and loves us and wants to be involved in every detail of our lives. He takes note, even when a hair falls from our head. 

God must be especially interested in cats. We have been looking after my son's snow-white, fluffy monster. For the past five weeks I've been doing nothing but vacuuming cats hair ...!


So then, was the following incident a co-incident? Two days ago I woke in the middle of the night, because it was hot. During the brief second, as I pushed the covers away to cool down, my eye caught a glimpse of the time on the digital clock: 2.22. I did not wake properly, yet even in that brief moment I thought of the date: Feb. 22 or 2.22. (May those who regard this as crazy, please acknowledge my consistency in being crazy!)

Here's more, crazy maybe, but as true and factual as yesterday's weather forecast. My part-time employment is driving a small bus, picking up clients for their monthly bus tour. Early in 2012 at Salisbury Heights I was steering the bus through a narrow suburban street, when my hawke-eye spotted an RCV (recreational vehicle). On the side in large letters I read: ESCAPE.

As I negotiated a roundabout, about three seconds after the Escape vehicle in the driveway, I read  a street name - Birt St. Aha, I thought, minus R code = B it. There had been many such messages within the hundreds of chapters in my ten books-journey. At least one trip away, the 2003 surprise departure from Melbourne was an escape; an escape to LA?  (Read on for an unusual LA code!)

During the same bus pick-up, this was about two weeks into 2012, I spotted two men, standing beside two motor cars. They were just talking to each other, yet I became suddenly aware of them. It was more than just two  pedestrians, talking to each other in their driveway. It's hard to explain. As was my habit, quite subconsciously, I looked at the registration plates - ...914 and ...915.  

I remembered these for two reasons. One, the PLUS 1 code. Two, because of the street name right there: Norton Street ...

(Hey, as I write I just recognized the Minus R code, which applied a moment ago in Birt St.)

... Norton = No on t. And what is that number? Nine!

My diary says that on the same evening an ad on TV advertised flights and accommodation to LA for $ 1441. (Remember, symbolically an N inside a cross = 414).

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Jeremy Lin - hottest property in world sport in 2012.


According to Channel 7 the young basketball star from PALO ALTO Ca. is a Christian. 


May he influence many young people for good; to show you can have fun, be famous and live a clean, godly life, in all humility, thanking God for all your success.

Don't  U LOVE  L IN? How about ... RE MY JE . . . 


Jeremy certainly is in the right place - NY...


Why N? He is turning the world upside down with his number

 I 7 = L I


(Little wonder - Channe l 7 loves him).

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After writing above number 414 and the flight to LA for 1441, I caught up the reading for Feb. 23rd in Our Daily Bread. Bill Crowder, another US star basket-baller, sorry bible teacher, whom I have met personally, was the author that day. The key verse: Hebrews 4, 16:

"Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need."

Whenever this scripture is quoted, I remember that I learned in school, studying the Second World War, that this bible verse was part of a speech given by a big bad German dictator. I never forgot it.

Reading the commentary of Our Daily Bread, I was somewhat surprised as I read the very first sentence: "During World War II, the British Isles represented the last line of resistance against the sweep of Nazi oppression in Europe ...". (Bills message was simple: Don't let prayer be your last recourse in time of need; make it your first.)

Afterwards, something brewed inside my brain. It came, as it usually does, with a numbers twist. The scripture verse Hebrews 4, 14 actually contains the words 'Jesus the Son of God'. Curious about this (considering NOS and 414) I decided to check all Chapters 4 Verse 14 in the New Testament. I found that Hebrews 4,14 is the only one containing both words, Jesus and Son! 

"Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession." 

First John 4, 14 mentions the word Son, but not Jesus: "And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent the Son as Saviour of the world." In Verse 15 John goes on to state the Good News very plainly:

 "Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in Him and He in God."

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 K I N G

I N 4?




What's the message?

 (Thinking again  I removed the image, as to not encourage graffiti artists to damage public property)

Had I not only the night before uploaded the previous chapter (Exit the king) I may not have bothered taking this photo. My wife and I had visited a Travel Expo. Walking back to our vehicle I decided to take a different route, when I spotted the above.

(She has come to accept that this year will be my time for travelling. Otherwise, no major changes are taking place in our understanding of the world we live in.) 

How unreal, I just noted the bottom line. Is it I N L with the L crossed out? If so, read backwards it's back to basket-ball.

Now that LIN is a popular name, only an hour or so after I had written about Jeremy, and inserted his picture, I went to pick up friends for church - right opposite LINTON Ave.

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(Back on the bus in Salisbury Heights)

Later that January day, as I passed the same spot on the return journey, there was another vehicle parked beside the other two - a British make - Mini (= IM IN).

Friends, after much agonizing and praying, God showed me in a most unusual way, what he wants me to do during the course of this year. In due time, all will be revealed. For the moment sufficient to say that after God showed me to arise and go  - the letters NE IN crystallized in a typically, amazing fashion! Thank You, Lord!

Consider - NEIN actually translates to NO in German. In English it's the abbreviation for number. (Nobody assume here, please, that NO here means New Orleans). We may come close? 


The last drop-off, after  the above bus tour, was in Salisbury Heights. In the street where my last client disembarked (read on for the very appropriate street name) a police car was parked. After I had passed the patrol car, I noticed it moving off, then doing a U-Turn. For a moment I thought I was being checked out, but this was not the case. Still, a strange feeling came over me, strange enough to read the registration plate - ...521.

Writing my diary later things started to add up: C plus  521 = 621, or backwards 126. My closest encounter with police, going back five years, was during the Kapunda Road Royal Commission, where the number 126 played a major role. 

The police vehicle at Salisbury Heights was not there by chance. 

The date of this incident was 13.01. Later I took another look at 521. What I came up with, I know, sounds far fetched; but hear me out. I added 310 to 521 to arrive at 831. Next I did the same as I did with 621, read it backwards >>> 138.

These detectives not only knew their mathematics, they knew the bible; more specifically, they knew, how I had often quoted a well known scripture using this number:

"For this purpose the son of God was manifested that he may destroy the works of the devil". (1.John 3, 8 b) (Please note the b. It indicates that this is the second part of the bible verse.)

How it all makes sense! Remember, my very first whistle-blowing to Crime Stoppers was regarding possible fake money? I was given a reference number. So far I only saw the magic of 1083, but now I can see that even the B was in God's master-plan. It fits perfectly. The full reference number CrimeStoppers had given me was - B 1083. (Bk 1, Ch. 5). 


But there was more - the street name, where I had noticed the police vehicle: Destroyer Street. A strange name, but it's all fact. It is the only street in Adelaide by that name. Now you know, why I said the police know their numbers and bible verses! How I wished it would not all happen in such a mysterious manner!

About a kilometre from Destroyer Street, south of The Grove Way, is Adaleigh Ave. Two days after I had uploaded Chapter 10 a shooting allegedly took place in Adaleigh Ave. Here are extracts from Adelaide Now, our online (Advertiser) newspaper:


"A MOTORIST says he came within metres of a shooting and car chase as a gunman fired shots while pursuing two women in a BMW.

Shane, who did not give his surname, said he had turned right off Gloucester Ave into Smith Rd at Salisbury East  at 11.32pm on Tuesday when he looked in the rear-vision mirror to see a black Commodore chasing the BMW."

"I heard three shots and saw the black car chasing the white one," he told The Advertiser.

However, when police attended they were unable to find the women or the car, which was tracked to a Para Hills home. The victims are now refusing to speak to police. Detective Chief Inspector John DeCandia said it seemed unusual that the women were not prepared to co-operate.

"While they have provided descriptions and have provided some information ... the investigation can be hampered if we haven't got full details," he said.

"There is absolutely no information as to why a male ... has approached this particular vehicle and then why they were followed."

Police said the shooting was not related to a spate of bikie gang attacks in the past week. Sources* also said it was not a domestic dispute because the man was a stranger to the women.

(Extracts from (www.AdelaideNow Thomas Conlin and Doug Robertson, December 22, 2011)


*When I read the phrase 'sources said' I wondered, who are they? Why were they not identified in some way, even by a first name like Shame, sorry Shane?

And why bother giving Shane's first name at all, wasting seven words and a comma (Shane, who did not give his surname) when you could have written two: "An eyewitness.... "


Just after sunset on the day after above incident, I took my Giant bike for a ride. Along the way, and right there in Adaleigh Ave, were a number of elaborate Christmas light displays. I took a few photos and also one or the Adaleigh Street sign. One lady asked me, what I was taking a photo of. I mentioned the shooting incident from the day before and left it at that. 

Here is the photo, with a little twist, playing my game, crossing off letters and see what's left:




G E H  -  in German means  -  G O

(More of the letter D later)

One other interesting point came out of as I researched this incident. In Book 1, Chapter 52 you will read about a shooting right in this same vicinity. It was a very serious incident, endangering the lives of school children. Why it never made the TV evening News remains a mystery. 

The location was almost exactly between the corner of Gloucester Avenue / Smith Rd, and Adaleigh Avenue.

 How weird - I just googled this location on Google Maps and found that it's right near Anna's Mystical Readings! At the time of these shootings, now over ten years ago, these premises were also shot at randomly.

One street north, parallel to Adaleigh Ave is a street with a very nice name - Victorious Ave. I'd rather live there than Destroyer Street. 

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It would take me a while to explain, when and how I came to be playing this game of letter elimination. Maybe it started after I had written my first whistle-blowing letter to the media over ten years ago? I had sat next to the reporter for The Australian Newspaper during the sentencing of Peter Liddy. Her name was Carol ALTmann, (capital letters intentional, playing games again.)

I ended my letter with this phrase : "No one would like to see the Liddy case turn into a Lindy case." (Book 1, 18) In the same chapter, how fitting here, I also write about another member of the media, a popular, now retired, radio broadcaster named - Jeremy! He was the star on Radio 5 DN - hence my amazement later, at Liddy/Lindy. From then on all seemed to point toward letters, names and numbers. 

As I write this chapter the Lindy case, the death of daughter Azaria at Ayers Rock (now called Uluru) on August 17, 1980 is making headline news once again. As I understand it, in the thirty years since, despite having been cleared by a Royal Commission, and three inquests, Lindy is looking to officially be found not guilty of the murder of her baby. 

I see a parallel to Peter Liddy's case here, besides Lindy / Liddy - another sensational case, surrounded by bizarre circumstances, involving lots of blood, drama, coloured by a religious or sexual involvement, prejudiced by the media, which the public believed and somehow could not get enough of, when ....

 .. and at the same time an innocent victim, helplessly lingered in jail, having become an outcast to an otherwise civilized society.

What have we learned since the days, when crowds, hungry to be entertained in a macabre kind of way, watched hungry lions eat up innocent, harmless people , only because they believed that a man rose from the dead.? (They still kill Christians today, by the hundreds of thousands, only because they believe in the man who said: "I am the way the truth and the life.")


1982 - Michael and Lindy Chamberlain leave a Darwin Court


 The controversy over the death of baby Azaria in 1980 has divided public opinion ever since. The case clearly demonstrates the important role journalists play in shaping public opinion.

The hardest thing for some detectives and judges is to say: Sorry, we got it wrong! Peter Liddy is waiting for his turn! It will come! Soon!

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When Carol Altmann sat next to me at Peter Liddy's sentencing (on 7.9.01) she would not have known of the evidence in favour of Peter Liddy. What if I had had the document right there in my hand, where Peters main accuser had years earlier said, he had never been abused as a child? What if she were to have written an article, casting serious doubts on the credibility of the witness, would her editor have published it?

Sad to say, knowing what I know after studying the case, Carol would never have been allowed to make the the information public. (How timely to be mentioning Carol Altmann here. A few days ago her name crossed my radar, read on). 

Unlike my friend Chris Nichols, who was also a newspaper journalist. In 1993 he had uncovered serious corruption, money flowing from the Hotel Industry to a senior government Minister, who helped pass the law that hotels could install poker machines in South Australia. (How many lives have since been ruined by addicts, who just could not control their gambling habits!) 

Instead of recognizing Chris Nichols' splendid effort as great investigative journalism, and right that which was wrong, he was asked to reveal (betray) his source of information. He refused to do so. Some smart prosecutor found a law, they applied it and sent Chris to prison - justice South Australian Style. (In a moment we again cross paths with Chris, read on). 


If I understand it correctly, the law has since been changed, to protect journalists from prosecution in such circumstances. 

Recently this subject had come up on the ABC's TV program Media Watch. I emailed the program afterwards with a suggestion I had long ago: There should be a third party available, where a journalist can in confidentiality provide vital evidence and /or his source of information.

If a legal dispute should result, such as a charge of defamation from what journalists had written, this third party could then carefully examine the truth of this information and supply it to the court. This way no whistle-blowing journalist should find himself in court for reporting the truth and exposing corruption.

In another recent development our State Government has finally woken to the need for an ICAC, an Independent Commission Against Corruption. It is meant to start operating in July this year (2012). I wished I could rejoice and celebrate, but the name Standen comes to mind. A government appointed, highly paid crime-fighter, was himself found to be corrupt. (See previous chapter).

What the world needs in not bureaucracy, throwing vast amounts of money at a problem. The human problem of doing wrong, also called sin, is only solved, if a person has a sincere change of heart and acts out of love for God and his fellow man. 

And who does it best, changing the hearts of bad people for good? The greatest basket-baller of all ... 

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Carol Altmann, who long ago left Adelaide, and her position in the newspaper, came across my radar recently. During one of my regular bus tours, where the driver sits with clients to have lunch, I engaged in a conversation with a client I had never met before. The elderly gentleman was very quietly spoken, not saying much at first. 

Before long, however, I was spellbound by one of the most tragic stories I have ever heard or read.

Let's call him Todd. One Sunday afternoon in April 1996 he was sitting in a Cafe in Tasmania's number one tourist attraction, Port Arthur, having lunch. His wife saw a scruffy, young man with long, blond hair walk in. He walked past Todd, who only saw the man at the back. The man, who was carrying a rather large bag, walked up to the servery and ordered his lunch. 

Todd noticed the bag slip from the man's shoulder and wondered, what was in it. I looked heavy. A few minutes later Australia's most horrific crime took place in that busy Cafe at Port Arthur. The gunman pulled out a deadly weapon and started shooting indiscriminately. Todd at first dove under a table, as did other guests. Many thought it was a kind of act, put on as entertainment for tourists. 

Only when he saw his wife bleeding profusely from the head, did he realize what had happened. Her mistake, he told me in a quiet, matter of fact, voice was - she looked the deranged man directly in the eye, instead of also taking cover. In all 35 men, women and children died that afternoon.

Ironically, this sad monument to the brutal history of Australia's early settlement, became Todd's saddest place on earth. Even more ironical - Todd worked in the funeral industry most of his life. That day he saw dozens of dead bodies, including that of his wife.

Carol Altmann wrote a book about this mass murder, titled: After Port Arthur, published by Allen & Unwin.

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Just as the name Altmann crossed my radar in recent days, so did that of Chris Nichols. Again, late one afternoon my Giant bicycle was calling me from the shed. It called for some exercise. Pedalling through Salisbury I remembered, and wanted to take a look at the current living legends, whose photographs were displayed prominently on large posters in the town square. 

Since 2005 our living city chooses deserving citizens to recognize their achievements in the community. The new faces, the 'chosen ones' for 2011 had indeed been put up. One lady's name immediately caught my attention. Through my mind flashed a similar name to hers; a second later that of Chris Nichols.

The name of the government Minister, mentioned in the Chris Nichols corruption scandal, was Barbara Wiese. Being German I found this name easy to remember. Wiese translates into meadow. Take a look at the similarity in her name and that of one of Salisbury's Living Legends for 2011: Barbara Wiesner.


[Every] one has a story t [o tell].




But only ONE has the real t story.)

Left: Barbara Wiesner, Salisbury Living Legend 2011

Right top: Behind her portrait were many books shown. I could only read the title (or author?) of the book on the top right corner RANJIT RATNA.

Right bottom: Salisbury Town Centre, John Street. An amazing story happened years ago in my fourth book, right under that tower. It led me (in my writing) to Meg Ryan, a US actress, right on her birthday. It's all told in Book 4, Chapter 32.

Did you notice the word ENCOURAGEM above? A real gem - all that is missing is ENT (ten backwards).

In an amazing twist recently, my wife watched the movie "When Harry met Sally", starring Meg Ryan. I only watched briefly, but long enough to experience a little magic, which I took as confirmation regarding my travel plans. (This story must wait).

A few days later, walking through busy Tea Tree Plaza Shopping Centre I recognized a face, a person whom I had known years ago attending the same church. Their name includes both these names - Harry and Sally.


But there was more, more fun with this living legend's name. I played my game of letter elimination. It was not hard to see that the only difference in Wiesner and Wiese is NR. And since Wiese is German and NR is the abbreviation for number in German, I looked for a number. No number anywhere (unless you can read the time on the tower clock - 7.11). 


Cycling on, numberless, I pondered, if indeed I was meant to find a number in Barbara's background, if you know what I mean? At home I googled Ranjit Ratna. (I had not written it down, but remembered Ranjit, because our recently retired Premier was called Rann, and jit sounds a bit like .... (, forget jit). 


Googling it a few URLs came up, but only one showed a number, a long number. (Writing this, I again googled this name, but could not locate the URL. You and I have to trust my diary and Word doc.)


Here is the result of the info I googled, (copy / paste, with some data deleted to protect privacy):  


Iko .... .... .... ...  or booking in India call .... 8627227 Uk and Europe ...


Was I meant to see these numbers? If so, I OK and good timing (on 2.27). 


The first three digits (not shown) added to 24.


Take the 4 and the next two >>>  486


Next  >>>  2 7  next  >>>  227.


The similar numbers 272 and 27 lead from Canberra to Victoria. 



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Turning the clock back two months, a surprise discovery, which almost landed in the trash bin, unnoticed ...



... the delivery ticket for my Suzuki engine!

After the truck driver had loaded my spare Suzuki engine onto his truck, he gave me this docket. I took no notice until just a few days ago. Then I saw it - how strange!

Both the PO Box number 1111 and the address of the depot amazed me: The date when my vehicle broke down was 4.1. (Please note, their name is not WE HAUL - there are 2 B missing). 

The trucking company, which was chosen by the mechanic, who installed the engine, I had no input, has its depot in Helling Terrace.

Lelt's play our game again with Helling / Healing (this book's title) and there you have it - LA.

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Why me? Why is it me, who always makes these very strange observations? On the way to picking up my Suzuki, I sat on the bus, looking innocently out the window. East of Adelaide, once you leave the green rolling hills behind you, there is not much to see, but bush, scrub, a few dry lakes and not much else, except a clothesline. Yes, in the middle of, literally, nowhere I spotted a clothesline.

On the return I stopped my newly repaired Suzuki and took this picture with my VR 310. Fortunately, it has a ten-times zoom, because there was a railway line and quite some distance in between.


Place: East of Tailem Bend, South Australia, Date: January 2012

 Not only was I intrigued as to why a clothesline in the middle of a dry lake, but I could hardly believe that there were items of washing hanging on the line ??? !!!

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In the days leading up to this chapter, this day, much dirty washing has been hung out on the political clothes line of Federal politics. As I write, the Labor Party caucus (all Members of Parliament in Canberra) are meeting to decide on their leader. Since Labor is in government, their leader is the Prime Minister, the most powerful person in the country.

My political interest has somewhat moderated in recent years. However, on this issue I felt I ought to let our local Member of Parliament know, how I felt about their leadership issue. (Remember, Ms. Gillard in a rather nasty move in 2010 grabbed the leadership from Kevin Rudd, our elected Prime Minister.) 

Moments before this writing I caught a glimpse of the TV coverage of this historic event in our country. Outside Melbourne's Flinders Street Station a reporter had interviewed passers-by. He said the general response was they believe Ms. Gillard has the numbers [of her parliamentary colleagues], but most preferred Kevin Rudd as leader.


Many Australians are outraged that Ms. Gillard promised things, to both, the Australian people and the Independents, whose support she needed to form government. She blatantly broke those promises. She promised there would be no carbon tax in a government she leads. Recently she praised her own achievements, saying how she gets things done, like the carbon tax!

To independent Tasmanian MP Andrew Wilkie she promised, if he supported her, she would bring in his reforms regarding poker machines. (Did he know about Barbara Wiese?). He supported her, she became the 27th Prime Minister, but has now backed away from poker machine reform.

In her latest move she moved the chairs around in Parliament. In November 11 the popular speaker, Harry Jenkins, was made to resign. A new one, Peter Slipper was installed, which shifted the balance in the Lower House. She now does not need the support of Andrew Wilkie any longer, so why bother keeping a promise?

Only a week of so ago Ms. Gillard had dinner at her residence with three same-sex couples, who had paid big money ($ 31 000) for the privilege. No doubt, they would have put pressure on her to back away from her promise to not change the Marriage Act in Australia. More than one Bill is already before our Parliament, as I understand it, to legalize same-sex marriage. Time will tell, if Ms. Gillard will bow to pressure and break another pre-election promise. 


The latest information, according to a trusted source (my wife): Mr. Rudd just gave a good speech, a press conference. He lost the leadership ballot. He only received about a third of the votes of the Labor caucus. 

May I ask: "Is this really democracy in action, as some commentators have us believe? Probably 2/3 of Australians prefer Mr. Rudd as Labor Leader, yet only 1/3 of their representatives in Canberra voted for him?

At the local level, as mentioned before, we had a change in leadership. Our Premier Mike Rann resigned, as did his deputy for many years, Kevin Foley. Both were long-standing, sitting Members of the Labor Party.

Because these two politicians resigned, two bi-elections were held in South Australia on Feb. 11. They were in the electorate of Ramsay (Salisbury area) and Port Adelaide. In Ramsey I assisted a candidate for the Abort SA Party. (Their name should really be 'Don't Abort Party, since their platform is strongly pro-life).

Handing out 'How-to-vote' cards is an eye-opener. Many voters, as they walk by, make cynical remarks. A large proportion refuses to even take any material. Some voters ask you, what do I do? No doubt, many simply write 1, 2, 3 etc into the boxes, so the candidate in the first box gets their No. 1 vote etc.

Another young, first-time voter, I read somewhere, was totally uninformed as to who he should vote for. Since one candidate was called Hawke, and his favourite football team was the Hawks, he voted for Mr. Hawke. Now, that's democracy in action! (Please note, in Australia voting from age 18 years is compulsory).  


The writer, outside the polling booth in Salisbury North, Feb. 11th, 2012


Please note, I did not hand out material for the candidate shown, Zoe Bettison. (Hey, that's interesting - I just became aware of a code - CH L Z. Z is for Zoe, so CHL is for ..., makes sense!

To German speaking folk Bet makes sense. Amazing stuff.

The Labor candidate for Port Adelaide was Susan Close.

 This lady also got the green light. She was elected as the new Member for Port Adelaide. True to her name, she came close to not winning. However, in the end independent Gary Johanson did not quite manage to cross the line first.

 Zoe Bettison won comfortably, but with smaller margin. She has big shoes to fill, those of former Premier Mike Rann. (My advise to both, get the best staff you can get, especially spin doctors!)


During the campaign I also spent a considerable time letterboxing the Ramsay electorate. One street name stood out: Romsey Ct. I couldn't help playing my game again - Ramsay / Romsey >>>   a o    e a. 

If names were to matter, I would have given my vote to Green Candida T Ruth Susan Beach? But our district did not vote. We live in Playford. (Maybe that's why ...?)

But then, if names were to matter, a man named RUDD should be No. 1! Why?

Well, U R = You are. D D in Roman numerals adds to = 1 thousand.

But Kevin will need the 000. Otherwise Julia wins: 

I L L D adds only to 399.

Maybe, if Julia changed her name to Ruth, even Ester or Naomi...?


Chapter 13