While we go to the high court wondering whether a punter with a snag and two veg can compete and desecrate the legacy that Raelene Boyle left, it is no wonder that the bad guys win as the Bolter so admirably, succintly and truthfully summized. No crocodile tears pleeeeze luvvies from the smashed avo, chatdonnay sipping chamelons. And Kamala Harris might just be that poster girl.
