Yes, what some would call a tropical cyclone of juvenility and amateurism; a shitstorm of lies and arrogance and presumption and quite a lot of shit; a maelstrom of fuckwittery the likes of which only 1970s Queensland could possibly rival; a bubbling fen of idiocy, animated only by the foul gas of a clown drowning in his own ineptitude; a septic tank filled with rank hypocrisy and seven different versions of the truth and then stirred with an ibis’s beak (but which I would call a minor, easily explainable incident) has put tiny Sydney on the world map.
Read MoreI’ll ride with you. I couldn’t give a stuff what you’re wearing or why. There’s a guy on the 86 who wears only a loin cloth emblazoned with dozens of pictures of Karl Stefanovic in various poses. He says it’s there to give him the power of xray vision. I ride with him; of course I’ll ride with you.
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