“..These back-yard sociologists are easy to spot because they also say things like “We don’t know how to use our top two inches”.
If anyone mentions “top two inches” step away – do not make eye contact.
Maybe we’re just a small country and sometimes we have a bunch of people who work really hard and do really well.
And of course we have plenty of lakes – which is good because we like to row – possibly because so many of us are planning our escape to you know where.
Even more satisfying than wallowing in Australian misery is enjoying the spectacle of Kiwi blowhards running out of breath across the ditch.
I actually heard someone on the radio the other day chastising people for enjoying the failure of Paul Henry’s breakfast show in Australia just a little too much.
But should we be enjoying this?
And what does it say about us as a nation?
As a species? As mammals? As atoms?
To which I answer: Yes. Nothing. What? WHAT? And WTF?
You might think that when someone is as self-saucing as Henry it’s almost our duty to enjoy his comeuppance.
You might be right.
Hang on I’ll just check, yep, all good.
You can’t say he hasn’t enjoyed the pain of others – it’s pretty much his entire shtick.
Some say he is also good at laughing at himself – although his main skill seems to be his ability to laugh at himself laughing at someone else –
- like a genetically engineered hybrid of Beavis, Butthead and Prince Philip.
He deserves credit of course, mainly for making our breakfast TV momentarily watchable – even if it was at the expense of bloody foreigners and hirsute-lipped ladies.
He’s an entertaining broadcaster, quick witted, a good interviewer – and we’re not overstocked with those –
- but let’s not forget he is also a tireless campaigner for that cause so close to his heart – himself…”
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