What a state of affairs. The last week of 2018 featured Italian flair reaching Sydney, one Dad’s loving micromanagement and many tourists not making it back from their holiday.
It was a week that brought us many horrible things. Headlined by the schadenfreude the bank commission enabled.
Hump-day. Tee-hee. Overnight, we’ve seen Kentucky the latest location for needless bloodshed, an Australian face a Balinese court and a cookbook split the moral palate.
As a visitor to Bali, I felt compelled to help in the face of the Mt Agung crisis. As I walked up the side of a volcano to rescue animals left behind, fear and doubt followed close behind me.
Welcome back to the week that was yours. Disaster struck, but natural and lesser so, headlined by one Cory Bernardi.
While I’ve traded the backdrop of stupidly sunny Sydney for stupidly sunny Bali, the same cannot be said for my eating habits. Yes, I have very few interests. Come at me, Bali burgers
It was a very shouty week. Arnold vs Trump, Turnbull vs Shorten, us vs the sun. But now that we’ve survived it (sort of), it’s time to go back to the very recent future…
With Schapelle Corby free to jump back on her boogie board, Paris says good on her and also has something to say about Julie Bishop and souvenir Buddhas. Of course.