Behind the seens: what I love most in Australia
Last month I listed the bad things about Sydney in an effort to make it easier to leave. Now come see the Australia I came to love.
Tim Dick is a columnist for the Sydney Morning Herald
Last month I listed the bad things about Sydney in an effort to make it easier to leave. Now come see the Australia I came to love.
Pauline Hanson's hypocrisy as populist outsider doing a preference deal with the establishment Liberals in WA shows that allegations of hypocrisy mean little, if anything, in politics.
Thank Saroo Brierley for Lion, the movie that should win best film at the Academy Awards today, but likely won't. It's a film far too foreign for the Oscars, but even its nomination is a decent nod to an exceptional tale, a parable for our time.
Defamation is the worst form of lawsuit, one in which the winner often loses.
So far in 2017, so conservative. Cory Bernardi, Pauline Hanson, Tony Abbott, all dominating political coverage, despite one being Australia's worst former prime minister since Kevin Rudd.
It's easy to hate Sydney this time of year, all sweaty humidity and traffic. And lots more. But for the single worst thing about the city, the answer is on the calendar.
Surely there is no better endorsement for Gladys Berejiklian to become premier of NSW today than having an old cranky windbag declare her unsuitable for the job.
How reassuring was the Sussan Ley expenses fracas, an underwhelming tizz over a minor infraction. It was as if there are still rules to be obeyed in a world seemingly determined to break all of them.
Hitler was a great friend of mine and, good lord, could that guy dance. Of all the lines in Trevor Noah's new memoir, Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood, that's one of his most arresting.
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