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A local father of 3 is today taking a moment to himself to contemplate the state of the world.
The semi-retired sparky (aka the self-proclaimed intellectuals of the trade world), from Betoota Heights, said he’s reflecting on his job as a parent.
“I think we all do that, you know,” he said to our reporter, pensively.
Our reporter nodded.
The cause for consternation comes as his son appears at a fork in the road.
“A big box of Rode gear turned up on the door step this morning,” said the local father of the stay-at-home son, now in the second year of his degree.
“So now we see. Has he chosen the path of creating something lyrically interesting, and a contribution to the arts?”
“Or has he chosen to say stupid shit on a microphone in the hope of getting a few viral moments on social media.”
He then paused.
“But hey, at least I will say he is being a good conscientious citizen and supporting Aussie business,” he said in reference to Rode, the pride of Western Sydney after the Penny Panthers and OneFour.
“At least he’ll be yelling into a bit of Silverwater, like he’s DJ cousin over in Berlin.”
“Proper local success story that one.”
“Rode. Not his cousin.”
“Nothing screams innovation quite like being sandwiched between a prison and a biohazard river,” he laughed.
“Way more interesting a story and a company than the software moguls from the harbourside mansions if you ask me.”
“Anyway, back to what you asked about.”
“Yes, let’s just hope he’s using the microphones and gear for good and not evil.”
More to come.