I’m reading a book at the moment called Finders Keepers by
Belinda Bauer. It’s nothing startling: a
fairly typical police procedural but one part did make me draw breath. Describing a reporter, Ms Bauer produced this
extraordinary paragraph:
The third thing that made her formidable was that she was
Australian – to which there was no defence. It made her bold enough to doorstep
the most hostile of targets, thick-skinned enough to deflect the most brutal of
insults, and so whiny that unfaithful politicians, lifelong criminals and
hardened police press officers routinely crumbled before her – preferring
exposure, censure and even jail to another minute of her nasal,
mosquito-in-the-ear wheedling.
Well, that’s telling us!
I really had mixed feelings about the author but I’m now
hooked and will look for her stuff again.
I’ve been whinging about the Olympics but I can’t resist
watching it, even if I have to put up with the rubbish being spouted by the
so-called commentators. I know it’s hard
to fill all those hours with genuine and interesting comment (and I couldn’t do
it) but it’s hard sifting through the dross for the occasional glimmer of
gold. However, I turned on this morning
to see Sally Pearson’s race and was enthralled by the best interview I’ve seen
yet in this Olympiad. Mark Nicholas knew
what he was talking about, showed just the right amount of delight in Sally’s
success and drew a terrific picture of her journey to this point. And he’s a pom! Our people could learn a lot from his
professional attitude.
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