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I haven’t had one bad macchiato since landing in Italy and they all cost exactly one euro.

One dollar and fifty cents – less than half of what I pay in Australia. And they always give me a free bowl of chips (crisps) with my beer before sundown.

The Italians might treat the rules as just guidelines but this is proof positive that their approach works.

Now to fix the macchiato problem in Australia, on the subject of quality we’d have to introduce barista tertiary degrees with mandatory licencing, coffee police and regular retesting of the licenced practitioners. And maybe some ‘dob a coffee slob’ and a ‘keep Australia wired’ campaigns on television.

But that would send the price up, not down, since the cost of all that bureaucracy would be passed onto the consumers.

Somewhere a plot was lost.

In any case I am proud of the fact that, no matter how hard I try, I can never remember how to spell bureaucracy. It’s word checker to the rescue every time.

Basically I am barely an Australian. I had better not get a second passport because eventually they’d use the proposed new terrorist laws to annul my Australian one.