Abstract: In May, I found myself locked in a room in Canberra, surrounded by suited bureaucrats, quietly buzzing about the room. It was Federal Budget night and I'd been invited to attend the 'lock-up'. I knew it had to be a positive sign but didn't want to count my chickens. The bureaucrats sat quietly beside me, mostly, to make sure I behaved (I'd threatened to put my undies on my head if I got good news).