The most remarkable thing about the revelation of Gladys Berejiklian’s love life was that it was remarkable at all.
There’s one sure thing about Josh Frydenberg’s budget – it is shovel ready.
In 1983, with an economic downturn – not even a proper recession – in play, the new Prime Minister, Bob Hawke, convened his economic summit to implement his election agenda of recovery, reconciliation and reconstruction.
At least the latest energy plan – the coalition’s 22nd, and counting – is not all about gas.
If Scott Morrison ever went back to his old job of promoting tourism and needed to ramp up the travel industry, he would put his money on blimps.
For Australia’s hardline, copper-bottomed, hide-bound conservatives, federation was always a mistake.
Last week’s numbers brought us the bad news we were expecting: Australia has fallen into the worst recession in nearly a century.
Readers of the 'Melbourne Age' and the 'Sydney Morning Herald', and viewers of the Nine network will have been alerted to the self-destruction of the Victorian branch of the Liberal Party – the jewel in the crown, as the founder, Robert Menzies, once called it.
One of the more dubious schemes devised by marketeers of real estate is known as ‘selling off the plan.’
I will turn 80 next year, which means that the issue of aged care is rapidly assuming more than academic significance.
Having tried pleas, threats, restrictions, lockdowns, fines and closures in vain, our political masters are now apparently cutting to the melodramatic climax: scare the living crap out of us.
Another month, another setback – several, unfortunately – with preparations for the budget being finalised in an atmosphere of quiet desperation.
We would never dream of accusing Scott Morrison of being relieved by the onset of the second wave of COVID-19, but nonetheless it has postponed a nagging problem for him.
The consensus is in: the economy rules, okay? Finally, what remains of the national cabinet is essentially united.
If this isn’t the dreaded second wave of COVID-19, it will do until the real thing comes along.
I have nothing against pop singers, some of them are very nice people, generous, tolerant, kind to children and dogs. And they give pleasure to many Australians…
Australia awoke last week to the strains of Spike Milligan’s poignant refrain, ‘I’m walking backwards to Christmas.’ It may not be all the way to Christmas, but it could be even further – well into next year, and perhaps beyond that.
Déjà vu all over again. In the dim, dark ages before I even arrived in Canberra, I was writing stories about the Victorian branch of the Australian Labor Party
Shock, horror. Someone has tested positive to COVID-19 after the Black Lives Matter protest in Melbourne and Peter Dutton is terrified – his worst fears have been realised, he hyperventilated.
So Reconciliation Week has come and gone – and also gone is 46,000 years worth of priceless history pulverised by Rio Tinto in the Juukan Gorge.
In the end, it was all about saving face. The dodgy compromise Resolution to set up an inquiry over the origins of the novel coronavirus left everyone claiming a win.
Last week I could have my hair styled, but I couldn’t get a kidney transplant. I could take my kids to school, but not to church. I could invite nine mates to a funeral, but only four to a wedding
Suddenly it’s personal. I have been placed in home isolation.
To the manifest relief of the coalition and its supporters, Scott Morrison’s approach to the coronavirus crisis has been cautiously endorsed by the voters.
The COVID 19 pandemic is no longer just a cloud on the horizon – it has developed into a full scale cyclone, and its effects on Australia, while still unquantifiable, will clearly be severe if not disastrous.