Don's party... no, not that one.
To mark the occasion, the Don Dunstan Foundation (not so much a think tank as a think barrel... made out of oak) is chucking a party. And even they're calling it Don's Party. (I don't think the long thin streak of pelican shit  will mind the Foundation purloining the title of his play.)
So, if you're gonna be in Adelaide on the 6th, 'don' your pink shorts (or shortie pyjamas) and support the cause. It's at the Norwood Concert Hall and starts at 6 pm. Details and bookings at the Foundation web site.
The Foundation has recently posted a couple of speeches and lectures. (The full list is here.) Michael Kirby's speech at the NSW launch of the Foundation is a ripper. There's a great story about Clyde Cameron's advice to Dunstan about broadening those shoulders of his and losing that accent.
I have two favourite Don Dunstan memories: one of a press conference by his hospital bed wearing those shortie PJs, in which he called Phillip Lynch a "Rotten. Bloody. Liar." Emphatically. Precisely. In that wonderfully plummy voice.
The other is sitting down to a meal with Don at, of all places, the Dick Whittington Tavern in St Kilda. I took my (very chuffed) mother along and we ended up having the man to ourselves for a cosy little Tête à Tête à Tête over dinner at the Dick Wit.
Might have to break out the Pewsey Vale to honour his memory.
On Wednesday 22nd November 1972, South Australian Premier Don Dunstan wore pink shorts to work. ‘Dazzling Don Dunstan has done it again’ reported The News in a page three story featuring this photograph. ‘Wearing deep pink tight flannel shorts, a white T-shirt, long socks, and brown shoes, South Australia’s swinging Premier stood out like a beacon in the grey conservative decor of Parliament House.’ [More here.]
 Though I'm talking about David Williamson, I'm quoting Alex Buzo who used the phrase yonks before it appeared in Gallipoli. See the streak of misery entry in James Lambert's Additions and Corrections to The Australian National Dictionary, here.