he'll gloss it right over - until he makes it all sound like a minor pimple, already squeezed, on his "I adore Labor" landscape..
This Labor Love-in poor excuse for objective political comment, is best replaced, in my humble opinion, by taking the opportunity for a long lie in with good coffee, croissants, a good book, and other relaxations such rare leisure time permits.
For who wants to watch a pile of overpaid - often over-fed, over-egotistical Labor died-on-wool lifetime sycophants, rambling on and on an on about the same old "I adore Labor" themes.
It's their livelihood. That's what we're hearing! Them. Propping up themselves - and their incomes.
Occupation shown on most of their passports - "Droning".
(Anyone else, not them, are, of course, "shock-jocks".)
