state i'm in: still a little under the weather.
tune: nick holder "summer daze".
last week, prime minister john howard commemorated the 50th anniversary of television in australia, with some warm remarks for the medium.
here's my favourites:
"of all the things that television has done well, and it has done many things well, none has it done better than its coverage of sport."
"it's a wonderful medium for the sick and the lonely..."
"i don't think there's better quality free-to-air television than is to be found in Australia."
lonely mr howard, with only the sport for company, safe in the knowledge that australian television, with it's mammoth levels of local content, is the best free-to-air television the world over!
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speaking of quality australian television, how about poor little wawa, the papuan boy 'today tonight' host naomi robson tried to save from his cannibalistic villagers before being booted out of indonesia for working without the appropriate visa - she had only obtained a tourist visa for her journalistic (and i use that word lightly) expedition into the west papuan jungle.
naomi, i expected better from you. surely this isn't a case of an insatiable appetite for ratings. i couldn't beleive you would possibly stoop to such levels. i know how seriously you take your own professionalism. why, who could have forgotten the conversation you had with your autocue operators last year:
naomi said (when she thought she was off-air):
"fucking drop it in at the last minute... you should be able to read every fucking word, every comma, it should be very specific because if we've seen it before we've got a chance in our mind to go 'oh look they've fucked up this, they've fucked up that.' "
she goes on to say:
"you're the fucker who wasn't able to, you know, sort of, work it out as you were going along.
"well fucking you sit up here and you read the bloody autocue."
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