A dessert with an appetite, a very childish narrative and an uncomfortable truth make the ingredients for #Auspol’s rancid turducken. So, who won? No-one. Duh.
In another fascinating insider insight, Lucy reports on Malcolm’s prime ministerial perambulations through the G20, the Palace and Paris, and finally ending up in the middle.
Monday. Think of it this way: soon you’ll be dead, and there’ll be no more morning angst. Solved! Macron. Trump. The Soviet Union. Yes, them again.
It’s Monday. Hoorah. While you were dredging your subconscious, France settled on Emmanuel Macron, the A-League was finalised, and the Internet ganged up on Piers Morgan. Pretty standard.
On the surface, it looks like Macron winning the French election over Le Pen is a victory for logic over populism. However, underneath the frosting, the same stale flavour exists.