And it doesn’t ring tue either. For all of Rudd’s faults I suspect he is the kind of person who, like me, would find a strip act a turn off — tacky and embarrassing rather than erotic. So why was he there? Well, who hasn’t had the experience of being in a strange city and at the mercy of a forceful host who unexpectedly turns out to be an ockerish boofhead, and drags you along to some place you wouldn’t have otherwise chosen?

Lets definitely not discuss Kevin Rudd and strippers because, as everybody knows by now, its not a story.

The Australians blogging system broke down yesterday under the volume of people from around the world whove tried to contact us to tell us nobody is interested in whether or not the alternative PM visited a strip joint four years ago.

Blanket coverage on television confirmed The Sketchs inkling that this was a non-story, not least because most talkback callers on radio thought so too.
True, newspapers across four continents carried the non-story and every website in the land has a chat-room discussion or a poll on whether this sort of behaviour is acceptable for somebody who wants to run the country.

The boss of Fairfax, David Kirk, is a former All Black Captain. New Zealanders are notoriously strait-laced. There ought to be a law against non-nationals running Australian newspapers.

Really, the poison dwarf pulling up other people about their behaviour?

Has Howard really been cleaning Pru Goward’s pipes? That’s what I’d really like to know.

The trouble with Rudd avoiding the wedge is that if he says he won’t do any different from Howard, just to avoid the wedge, how can he as Prime Minister then say, “Well, you know, I was only pretending. Now I’m going to do what you all really wanted me to do.” That would be like the non-core promises…although then again, that would be just like Howard…

I speculate that CS’s real problem is that he’s forced to read The Oz seeing how much he despises that writer.

now he knows how right wingers feel when there’s nothing but a Fairfax publication to pick up in the dentist lounge.
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I get the impression this blogger was trying to write a little more than standard blogging stuff. Add a few bit’s here and there and it would not even have passed the xxxxx censor rating.

He gets it well though. Even from 10 years ago, I can recall the sweet scent of the the perfume on those gals. Vividly.

“Kevin would have smelled her – the silky perfume, the hint of sweat, the musky other Kevin would have smelled her – the silky perfume, the hint of sweat, the musky other”

I’ll say. It’s over 10 years ago and I till can too.

He even gets Kev’s emotions right. I could well imagine a Queensland dude never knew such bodies existed.

Indeed, I often came away from his work with the feeling that said pieces _were_ about Jack Marx, rather than the subject, and his stylistic flourishes not much more than a varnish enabling intellectuals could read pieces about movie stars etc. without feeling guilty.

Harsh I know, and I’m not saying that the Marx experience for everyone.

I’m sure he’ll get work again soon enough, and I doubt this was the only reason he was fired myself.