I was driving to work in Melbourne in the mid-1980s, listening to the ABC News. Tony Rafferty, the newsreader said, had caught up with the race leaders despite having started behind. I forget which race but it must have been a handicap, ultra-distance, road race of the kind for which Rafferty was famous. I phoned the ABC when I got to work. Got through to the news department and pointed out that Rafferty could not have caught up if he had not started behind. The word “despite” was inappropriate, I said. Whether the chap on the other end got my point I don’t really know, but he was sympathetic and blamed the Sydney ABC crowd who he said wrote the script.
It was a different age. Doubt I’d get through so readily to ABC News. More than that, there would be so much more for me to get upset about than syntax. Bob Carr, for example, wanting to charge the non-vaccinated for their hospital treatment. Morrison taking issue with Bobby without actually doing anything about the persecution of unvaxxed Australians. Barnaby onboard with net zero, having so readily ditched any inconvenient principles. The mirage of green hydrogen power. The ultra-mirage of Australia leading the way in exporting green hydrogen power, apropos Twiggy. There was another Twiggy once in the old times. A famous skinny English model. Liked her.
In the scheme of things, I was upset today by not being able to attend church; my soul being at risk from past misdeeds of various non-criminal kinds. Perrottet is responsible. The rule now is that vaxxed and masked congregants can sing. Unvaxxed congregants must be mute. I think, am fairly confident, I am the only unvaxxed congregant. Maybe, possibly, one more? As I explained to my minister, I couldn’t attend on that basis. Just too uncomfortable for everyone. The times are uncomfortable. Want to escape.