IT’S whatever time it was, getting on for six o’clock or so, and the young lady bringing drinks announces that Rudd has quit. Well the reaction amongst those present is universal, and it isn’t an immediate siding with one or other of the case studies in abnormal psychology wishing to lead the nation.
“Election would be better,” said the Lorikeet, whose son had joined us for a drink. He stopped talking about the day at work to read some headlines from his mobile. The Professor raised a toast.
“To an election. Now!”
The members at the adjoining knot of chairs and table hear the call and do not need to be invited. One mutters something about "scum" -- no worse a description than Labor's leaders are flinging at each other -- and they raise their glasses too.
An election. Now. It's the only remedy.