Peter Garrett at last, does something, well I mean he says something. From a rampaging ‘beds are burning’ activist to the milquetoast ‘low on the pole’ Labor flunky, this 80s rock god has certainly morphed, well, dwarfed.
Even though he is merely pussyfooting around the environment issue, he has opened his mouth to express an opinion, a mellow mieow perhaps, rather than the roar we knew all those years ago, but nevertheless, once again he’s clawing away at the entrenched establishment.
Albeit this time it’s the doyen of glamour society, those who can afford to shell out $5.000 for a cat no different from the gigdairy moggie, save for bigger claws and a feral upbringing in Africa.
Hey! Didn’t know you had a blog!
Sorry yeah I’ve kind of stopped reading Mia’s blog. Something shifted and I just don’t find it as interesting anymore. I know it sounds stupid, but Frockwatch was actually getting to be a bit much, and it didn’t really feel like Mia interacted with the readers.
I still read her Sunday column, and the Essential Baby post, but the rest is too celebrity-news (and bloody celeb babies which I couldn’t give a toss about) oriented now, which I don’t follow. So…
yep, I get that about Mia. The interaction is odd, but that’s her way, a bit here, a bit there, and then nothing when a really good thread develops, which is more and more often.
Yup, I have a blog, which I don’t tell anyone about, and post every six months or so, so….