There is nothing quite as cringe-inducing as a politician trying to be “cool” and “hip” and “down with the kids”. More often than not, it ends up in a whole lot of awkwardness and embarrassment (and a nauseating dose of creepiness). For me, the klaxons start blaring and a big neon sign begins flashing, “Out. Of. Touch.” Like Tony Abbott’s wink to John Faine. Just Tony Abbott full-stop. Malcolm Turnbull making a hash of trying to name a single AC-DC song. Malcolm Turnbull eating a pie.* Bill Shorten eating a sausage or delivering a zinger. Then again, I’m just that grumpy old man with half a mind to write a letter, going way over the top and getting up in arms about some banal non-issue. Settle down, Tiger!
Sailor’s Grave Australian Gothic Dry Hopped Apricot Farmhouse w/ Wormwood
Sailor’s Grave Brewing, Orbost, Victoria