What the hell is wrong with me?

Wednesday 16 February 2005

I just can’t stop thinking about Peter Phelps. How does he do it? It must be his extreme versatility that dazzles me. One day he’s running for the Senate, and the next he’s soliciting public humiliation for being a self-confessed lardarse on 3rd-rate TV filler.
It reminds me of Ita Buttrose: one day she’s named in all seriousness as a special advisor to the would-be Prime Minister John Hewson, and the next she’s happily cuddling bog rolls in TV ads. I would also add Gough Whitlam spruiking pasta sauce, but so many decades of being swaddled in sycophancy have extinguished his desire for credibility.