Posted on: Tuesday, Feb 11, 2014
Firstly – apologies to anyone who has dropped in and discovered nothing from me latgely – it is a combination of no time, not much to say and being in ‘denial’. In the usual gamut of grief and loss people go through five stages – anger, denial, bargaining, depression and acceptance. With MS those stages can pop up at any time – I think ‘acceptance’ was the first one for me. Lately I decided on a little self-imposed ‘denial’ – and even my neurologist reckons that’s not a bad thing. For a while there I was living and breathing MS – house renovations, wheelchair use more common, disease ‘progression’ – I decided to take leave from my lovely MS forum, throw myself into my work, indulge in the escapism of television cinema and eating out and only be aware of the MS when it threw up something noticeable. Net result – I now have MS about four hours a day instead of 24.
Anyway, thought I’d drop in and throw my tuppence worth in on Schapelle Corby – seeing everyone else is. When I lived in Vanuatu a good mate was an ex-Scotland Yard detective and he had access to amazing info on shady people living in Vanuatu and also those not so local. His ‘word’ on Schapelle was the she was both guilty and innocent. Her father, Mick, a known drug dealer, was involved – as were airport baggage handlers – but they stuffed it up. The boogie board and bag with the marijuana was checked in at Brisbane airport, but was meant to be retrieved by a baggage handler and re-routed to Melbourne. That would explain the look of shock on Shapelle’s face when they discovered the weed going through Customs at Denpasar.
But leaving the Melbourne scenario out – what if Mick was sending it to Bali to be picked up by Mercedes on meeting & greeting the rellies and Schapelle was oblivious (best way to get a person to act natural is to not give them anything to stress about) – and then it all goes pear-shaped. Schapelle can totally tell the truth about not knowing how the hooch found its way into her bag without having to say that dear ol’ Dad went a bit far with this shipment (do we think it was a one-off?!).
Now, she wouldn’t dob in her darling father, especially when she found out he was dying of cancer – and there would be no point in Mick putting his hand up – she would still have been seized as the mule – best chance she had was to take the path that was taken. They say the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree but a lot of the interest has stemmed from the fact that she is a pretty decorative nut.
My personal care factor is small – apart from the media circus phenomenon – about the same care factor as I have for the 11 other Australians in Balinese prisons, two of whom could find themselves dragged out at midnight any time soon and shot by firing squad without warning. Wonder if that will make the news?