I firmly believe that the children are our future. I've always said those little smiling faces of the school children today are the CEO's and high flying business tycoons creating tax havens and offshore bank accounts of the future.

Lately I've been working out in Western Sydney which is absolutely full of bogans!! the humble Aussie battlers and drug addicted battling single mothers. It is pram city in the western suburbs. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against single mothers or battlers, but every 20 year old female in the western suburbs is pushing a pram no man in sight. Oh, and everywhere I go I find people asking me for money, whether it be 20c or $5, there are always people mooching off me. Talk about Karma. I think it is the pinstripe pants I wear to work.

And it doesn't end there... whenever I wear my work shirts that are emblazoned with the brand name of an extremely popular bourbon drink, the locals in the area who obviously worship this beverage always treat me with a strange respect. I think they belive I am some kind of God. If I wear a normal button up business shirt, locals look me up and down as if they are going to roll me. If I am wearing my Jim Beam work shirt, then the locals give me a knowing nod of respect, and then throw their shirts down on the ground in front of me so my shoes don't get dirty from the ground. Oh, and they also totally bow down and worship me too.

One thing that has struck me about that area of Sydney is the kids. They are everywhere... especially when they are meant to be at school. They are at the train station, in the shopping centres, smoking outside the local pub, I mean those kids are literally anywhere but at school. And its not just the rebellious boys, but girls wandering the streets in packs too. Packs of them with their coloured hair, bad attitudes and short skirts. They stare at me like I am some kind of alien, and I wouldn't be surprised if one day in the next few weeks I was attacked and spat on by a wild pack of rabbid teenage girls. If I go missing soon, I will by lying in the gutters of St Marys or Bidwill with my face ripped off...

Oh yes, I believe those children are our future.

Incidentally, I also think those school girls of today are the single mothers of tomorrow... and when I say tomorrow, I mean quite literally tomorrow.