Just on this sunny morning,
ignoring the tourists and a team of Texas line-dancers, and hard at work on the
turfy slopes of the national Parliament, a band of A Magpies. There seems to
be no shortage of earthworms at this well-watered venue, and one wonders
whether the more sensitive parliamentarian does not sometimes feel a squirm of
uneasiness at the thought of millions of these things slithering around not so far
above the heads of all those statespersons deciding the future of the economy,
not to mention the actual planet.
