Serving on state boards no great gravy train

WHEN one reaches the point of drawing up a bucket list for whatever time remains on this earth, there’s usually travel or learning; sometimes adventure, sexual or otherwise.

But I suspect that few people ever write on their list: I want to be a member of a State board.

Nonetheless, portrayal of State board membership by the ‘meeja’ is such that it appears to be a combination of winning the Euromillions and spending a gymnastic night with Halle Berry. Membership of a State board, or so we are led to believe, is only earned through decades of cult-like devotion to whatever political party is in power. And once their well-upholstered backsides are crammed into the seats of power, off goes the Gravy Train to pick up all their mates. Because it’s not about what you know — it’s about what clichés you can use against people you don’t like.