June, 2009

Hullo London!

So there’s Michael Jackson, bald, emaciated, drug riddled and noseless. Looming are 50 dates in London with the accumulated economic impact of a small African republic. And the question must raise itself in the aging performer’s addled mind: can I pull this off. Which seems as good a scenario as any for self-destruction.

This is entirely wonderful. Thanks to FirstDog.

A secluded, quiet little place for you to air your misgivings over the whole MJ thing.

By now we should be into the second day of a concerted, measured and damaging attack from the Federal Opposition on the integrity of Treasurer Wayne Swan. Chances are it would have been an attack that drew blood. That for the Opposition is the great tragedy in the way in which Malcolm Turnbull has handled [...]

Hats off to the Chaser. It seems to have managed the traditional post-ABC comedy hit decline — you know great show goes to commercial network, becomes overproduced, unfunny drivel — without ever leaving the comfort of the national broadcaster. Well done lads. Last night’s was not a shark-jump episode, merely the mailed-in conformation. The cancer [...]

Politics imitates comedy. And not for the first time.

June the first. Winter. What can I say.