SINK, SWIM or just for laughs?
On Budget night I stood at the kitchen basin doing the dishes while frog face ribbited on in the background. The Treasurer tried in vain to gild a pond full of lily pads, anything to make a deficit sound better than a surplus. “Ribbit.” Before his half hour was up, I pulled the plug and watched the water run down the drain, taking Swan’s surplus, the baby bonus and other scraps with it. As the water receded, there were gurgles down the pipeline, somewhere near the S-bend where the bonus backed up against a stack of poker machines. I better call the plumber. On this night of nights to rival ker.. ker.. ker.. ker… Kevin singing on The Voice , it occurred to one S ingle I ncome N o K id or S elfishly W illful I ndependent M ogul like me that I’m no drain on the state. Unless you’re a ‘couple’, a ‘family’ or a ‘pensioner’, singletons hardly rate a mention on the night the nation counts its pennies. But there are advantages to bucking the national trend. In SWIM m...