Campaign stunts can take all kindsa mellifluous shapes and forms; be it Billy Hughes’ wet ankle contests of the late teens, Chiffley’s “construct-a-bucketbong-athon” of ’48, Menzies “deny-the-vote-to-blacks” bike race of ’61, or even the great little John Howard’s “Men with Penis Envy Rally” of ’97.
A.K.A ‘Welcome to the Thunderdome’.
It’s one of those nights. You’ve swilled a toxic mix of Gordon’s, goon and God knows what, and you’re in one of those dark drunken murky hazes where the world is sifting through your brain like a bad (is there a good?) episode of Just Shoot Me.
Despite knowing how bad junk food is, most of us still eat it on a regular basis, simply because it tastes good and it’s convenient. Fortunately for the many bar hoppers and clubbers around town, fast food joints know how after a night of hitting the dance floor and grog hard that us young’ns have big appetites and crave something