At what age does someone like Angry Anderson admit that he's no longer pissed off about stuff and change his name? "Xanax Anderson" doesn't quite have the same ring to it, but surely it can't be too long before he's browsing the Naxos collection down at Sanity for some lovely Vivaldi and/or J.S. Bach. I can foresee a day not too far off when he calls a press conference to announce that he's "no longer Angry," as it requires far too much effort: Thinking of cynical comebacks and other witty retorts all the time gets in the way of your mental health and in the end it is untenable. Sometimes you just feel like letting the crap deliveries go through to the 'keeper after all.
I can see that he'll be at barbeques where people will ask him what his name is and what he does, and it will no longer require the refrain "I'm angry" to account for both questions. In the future, Angry will have a real interest in learning about the people he meets and hope that his past as an angry rocker doesn't harm his chances of getting to play Santa Claus at Westfield.
As for Peter Garrett, well, his dancing routine in parliament the other day made for the best question time I've seen in years! And he would make a really bloody scary Santa Claus, by the way.
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