Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts

Jun 22, 2012

Fighting A War You've Already Won: Civil Unions, the LNP, and Asshats


I went to university with this gay bloke I hated.

Hate's perhaps a strong word. As a kid, my mother used to tell me there was no such thing as "hate". "You can't actually 'hate' anyone,"  Mum said. "You just dislike them." Sounds fair enough, I thought. So I didn't hate this bloke. But I did come to dislike him intensely.

I got really worried that I was homophobic, because I didn't like him. I did a lot of thinking about it. I thought about other gay people I knew, some through uni, some through the theatre scene that I'd been getting into. I liked them well enough, they were good people.

I thought about this bloke, and how he was different. It irked me that he repeatedly used his sexuality to avoid being expelled from uni for poor grades. I used to take notes for people with a disability at uni - after each lecture I'd photocopy my copious notes and leave them in a folder for the anonymous recipient. One day I mentioned I did this, and the bloke laughed and thanked me for doing it, because he was signed up for it, and meant he didn't have to take his own notes. When I looked shocked, he said he had ADD anyway, so it was OK.

I realised that I didn't like the bloke - not because he was gay - because he was an asshat.

Having the realisation that gay people were people too, hence some could and would be asshats, was incredibly freeing. I didn't have to over-compensate and say "I LOVE gay people!", as if I were competing in some sort of non-existent gay-friendly competition. I could just go about my business, encountering others as I went, and simply interact with them as human beings. I could apply general principles regarding the human race to all minorities within that race. Some people are always going to be asshats. But by and large, most human beings are good people. QED.

I've often thought perhaps it's embarrassing that I had to go through that period of application of logic and reason.

But given the events unfolding around the issue of civil unions in Queensland, I’m wondering if it’s not happening enough. If we apply some logic, maybe things might make a bit more sense.

Context

Late last year, the Queensland parliament, dominated by Labor, passed a civil partnerships bill. It would allow any couple, regardless of gender, to enter a civil partnership (commonly referred to as civil unions), receive legal protection as next-of-kin, and to have a state-sanctioned ceremony if they chose.

I covered the parliamentary debate the night the private member’s bill went before the House. The Liberal National Party, then in opposition, put forward a block opposition, describing the legislation as a stunt.

Now there were certainly questions to be asked about the legislation. Why did it have to be a private member’s bill, not a government policy? Why was it left to the closing months of the government’s term, as they faced a likely defeat at the next state election?

But regardless, the then-government’s majority saw the bill passed, and what you might call the “heart” of the legislation won the day. Gay people could have their relationship legally recognized and celebrated. It wasn’t marriage, but it was something.

Jump to last week. After a landslide victory in the March state election, the LNP announced its plans to change the civil unions legislation.

Some thought they would completely repeal the laws; but instead, Premier Campbell Newman announced the unions would remain, but the provision for ceremonies would be removed. That was the part that had most upset Christian groups (predominantly the very public Australian Christian Lobby), because the ceremonies were seen to “mimic” marriage, which to them was only between a woman and a man.

At the start of this parliamentary week, the LNP indicated the civil union changes would not be introduced for debate. But then, late on Wednesday afternoon, the media gallery was informed they would be brought in that evening, and would then be prioritized for debate and voting a day later.

There were also more changes – the name “civil partnerships” would be dumped in favour of “registered relationships”, and any split would no longer have to go through the courts, as that “mimicked divorce”. Instead, couples could “de-register” through the office of Births, Deaths and Marriages.

Debate began after dinner on Thursday evening. After five hours, around 12:30 this morning, the bill was passed.

But something else happened during the debate. Around 10:20pm, Attorney-General Jarrod Bleijie told the house the state government would in the near future introduce changes to current altruistic surrogacy laws, to remove access to it for gay couples, singles, and de facto partners of less than two years.

This was out of the blue. The LNP hadn’t liked the 2010 Surrogacy Act, but Campbell Newman had indicated before the election that no changes were planned. One could speculate that more conservative LNP members have put the pressure on to act.

It’s very easy to jump on this and decry bigotry, homophobia and other manifestations of the simple truth of fear.  I’m sure commentators better than me could do that more eloquently. But as my rather long-winded introduction hopefully illustrated, I once applied logic and reason to a situation, and it helped. So I’d like to try it again.

Logic

Let’s give LNP members, religious people and any other opponents the benefit of the doubt. Let’s assume they want to retain a male/female marriage as a societal ideal, best placed for the rearing of children, simply because they truly think it’s the most advantageous.

If this were the case, logic would dictate that society would naturally funnel its way towards that “ideal”.

Now, I don’t know if you’ve looked at your Facebook page recently, but mine is dominated by straight couples getting married/having children. Occasionally some split up, because these things happen. Now and then there’s a gay friend, carrying out life generally as a regular human being, just dating/partnering with someone of the same sex.

That’s anecdotal, of course, but 2011 census data released yesterday shows that the majority of Australians aged 15 and over are married.



Family composition figures have remained steady as well, with 45 per cent of Australians describing themselves as a couple with kids. One could draw from this conclusion that marriage to beget children is still going strong.

Anti-gay marriage, anti-civil unions, anti-gay surrogacy proponents can take heart - you’re fighting a war you’ve already won.

Gay people are people too. People who want to get married – like you.

Congratulations! I’m a straight woman with fine examples of heterosexual marriage all around me, and my partner of 12 years and I have not made that step. How are we more in tune with the social ideal than a gay couple who want to make that pledge?

If marriage is too huge a step, at least initially, what is wrong with a ceremony that “mimics” marriage? Don’t they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?

And surrogacy.  I could not find any statistical information about the number of Queenslanders who’ve used altruistic surrogacy since it was legalized in 2010. But I would wager it’s a relatively small number. Even if all of them were gay, I don’t think the state is facing massed armies of surrogate mothers waiting to birth a new homosexual agenda.

Gay people are people too. People who want to have children – like you.

I’ve yet to make the choice to have a child – and I apparently could, reasonably easily, barring unforeseen fertility issues.  Many heterosexual couples/singles get surprisingly knocked up every day. Unplanned, perhaps unwanted, pregnancies.  How are we more valuable than a gay couple and a female friend who go to all that trouble for a kid? Do we value biology more than wisdom?

I had the “cherished” family unit of a mother and a father. In my case, it was functional and supportive. But is that because my parents were one man and one woman? Or because they were good people, who committed to doing the best they could for their (often ungrateful) children – and weren’t asshats?

If the logic allowed a refocusing from sexuality and gender to “good person versus asshat”, the perhaps some of these opponents would see is that what gay people really want – is to be like them.

And it's true. Some gay relationships are not going to make it. Some gay people are going to be lousy parents. But again, that's like you too.

As a journalist, I’m supposed to simply report facts. What I’ve tried to do here is remove excessive emotion. I refuse to get angry and attack the state and its leaders as backwards or bigoted. It’s ultimately futile.

I believe Queensland is a good state, where the good people outnumber the asshats.  And I think if more people sat back, realized what they didn’t like was asshats, not gay people, but that asshats remain thankfully a minority, then we might all start to get along.

Mar 23, 2012

Dave, the Bligh Bus Driver


This is Dave, the Bligh bus driver. He's been hauling Anna Bligh, her media advisers and a pack of journalists around since early Wednesday. Thursday's trip actually turned into Friday's trip, with 18 hours of campaign in 19 seats finishing at 2am.

As the action wound down this afternoon, I thought I'd grab a quick chat with Dave about his perspective on the madness.




Speaking of madness, Bridie Jabour over at brisbanetimes.com.au has written a great piece about life on the campaign buses. I make an anonymous appearance - possibly relating to geography and travel distances. I wish I'd been able to keep up with the pace and write more detailed posts about the election trail. It turned out to be as busy as I expected, and then some. But after the final big push tomorrow, and before I collapse into a coma, I'll see what I can do...

Mar 22, 2012

On the Bus with Bligh

Day 33. I finally managed to launch a sneak attack on Anna Bligh after an intake of extra passengers on the Bligh Bus saw her plonk down in the seat beside me.

Sadly the interview got cut off by the appearance of a certain former Labor Prime Minister (what a bum), but it might be of interest to some of you.


As I post this, we've passed the 30-seat mark on the 50-Seats-In-Five-Days Last-Ditch Bligh Blitz Challenge. Today's trip is supposed to go through until 2am Friday. I'm still trying to weigh up whether I have the stamina, or at least enough Pepsi Max, to go all the way...

Mar 17, 2012

Puppet V Platypus


Apologies for the angle that I'm looking at during this film; there was another camera positioned higher than my iPhone, and I kept glancing up at it instead.

Regardless, this is certainly the most unusual interview I've done this election campaign, even more so than that time we did an impromptu media conference with Premier Anna Bligh on her campaign bus.

But I'll let you draw your own conclusions...



I must say, the monotreme at least deserves credit for staying in character. He didn't take off the suit, or even the head, the whole time I was there. It was a muggy afternoon, too, and we had to turn the air-conditioning off because it was too loud.

Feb 27, 2012

The Politics of Friendship

There I was, standing outside Government House at Paddington two Sundays ago, waiting for Premier Anna Bligh to kick this state election into gear - when my phone beeped with a text message.

It was an essay of an SMS from a dear friend of mine, and it left me as white as a bleached sheet under a UV light.

I won't include the full details, because I adore this friend of mine and I want to try repair any damage to our longstanding friendship. But in summary, they hurled invectives and vitriol at me, accused me of being jealous of their career/financial success, slammed me as being politically biased and declared they would be defriending me on Facebook and didn't care if we ever spoke again.

Then Anna Bligh drove out of the Government House gates, and I had to go and be a journalist. A biased one, apparently.

What was the cause of this outburst from my friend? What had I done?

Well, friends, I had done what I realise now was Mistake 101 of social media - I got into a political discussion on Facebook.

My friend had updated their status complaining about the private health insurance means test legislation passing through the federal lower house. A few people had weighed in agreeing that hospital waiting lists would blow out under this move. I left a message saying while I accepted that point, it did strike me as problematic that people earning less than the $83, 000 cut-off had to subsidise healthcare for those earning much more. I said that a public health system should cater for anyone who wants to access it, even the very rich. But I added that money gives those people a choice that others (who may work hard also, but just be in professions that earn less) don't have.

At least, that is what I can recall stating. I can no longer access my actual comments because my friend made good on their threat and defriended me.

How do you write the emoticon "sadface" into a blog?

Last week, hours travelling on the campaign bus between destinations afforded me a lot of time to think about what I'd written, and how I'd managed to so badly offend my friend.

To be labelled politically biased upset me greatly. I work very hard to ensure all of my reporting is as objective as possible. I have no party affiliation; and have friends and acquaintances with views across the political spectrum. My father, for instance, would have no problem with me telling you that he is a great admirer of the work of John Winston Howard.

LET'S JUST AGREE WE ALL HATE RAY MARTIN

I get envious of other people's money sometimes, but I'm generally OK with what I've got. I've had a stupidly fortunate life. I know ultimately I've chosen to be in the profession I'm in, even if I could have used my brain and education to get into a more lucrative one.

I've always tried to put truth at the centre of everything - but if I can say one thing about growing older and do more journalism-ing, is that there really is no one particular "truth". Unless it's evidence-based, peer-reviewed, scientific fact - it's often not much more than opinion. 

WHO AM I KIDDING LOOK AT THAT FACE
I COULD NEVER HATE RAY MARTIN

I've always admired my friend's drive and success, and I've never resented them for it. But it seems what I thought was a relatively throwaway remark about the nature of healthcare, was taken as a very personal attack on their life choices and philosophies.

Truth, or opinion? Talk about a political divide.

My friend has yet to respond to any of the messages I have left asking to talk. I hope that they do. I don't think petty politics is worth losing a grand friendship. But maybe that's not my choice anymore.

Am I the only one to experience something like this? Was it my fault - for expressing a view, or for expressing it specifically on Facebook? Can you ever be friends despite your politics? And if you can - how?

Feb 19, 2012

Magical Mystery Tour

The Queensland election campaign is officially underway, with the parliament dissolved today and the writs issued for a March 24 poll.

Tonight, I'm boarding a plane to be a part of the media contingent covering Anna Bligh, as she makes a bid for re-election. At some point, I'll do a swap, and spend time on Campbell Newman's tour, as he attempts the unprecedented move of becoming Premier from outside the parliament.

And the winner of the "Who Can Keep Their Mouth Open The Longest Competition" is...

It really is a magical mystery tour - all I know is where to show up, and to prepare for any eventuality clothing-wise. I've tried to fit seven days worth of clothes into an overnight case. Let's see how long the tidiness lasts!

I'm going to endeavour to update this site from the road, time and internet connections being equal. I'll also be tweeting; and I'm going to experiment with the new Brisbane-based social media network Kondoot. It allows you to livestream, so I'm going to see if I could do little campaign updates as I go along.

My priority of course is providing balanced, succinct and relevant coverage of the Battle of 2012 - but it's also the wider experience of campaign life that I'm looking forward to.

It's Murphy's Law that as I depart, ImproMafia is gearing back up again for an exciting 2012 season. Check out our beautiful new website, like us on Facebook, and come along to our fantastic performances.

Thanks to everyone for your ongoing support. I will no doubt make mistakes and learn from them, but that, I suppose, is the challenge for a journalist as much as it is for a politician!

Jan 25, 2012

Anna Bligh's 2011


It's been a busy day.

Premier Anna Bligh confirmed Queenslanders will go the polls on March 24, but the official election campaign will only start on February 19.

The Forced Smile competition was declared a draw

I'm rather excited, as this election will be my first "on the road". This means I'll actually be heading out with the leaders on the campaign bus/plane/train/boat/scooter/segue/pack mule, to provide coverage in my role as Fairfax Radio state political reporter.

It's going to be exhausting and challenging and I hope I will do it justice.

One thing I want to incorporate into my campaign experience is regular writing. So to get started, I'm going to post this review of Anna Bligh's 2011. It was originally commissioned for another publication, but ultimately not used. Of course, it's all a bit out of date now the election timetable's been determined, but here it is anyway.

Oct 27, 2011

The Queen & I

There was no Queen and I.

Knocked back for royal media credentials, my attendance at Brisbane Airport when Her Majesty landed on Monday was from the rather picturesque position of behind the barbed wire.



Before our head of state landed, I did have a brief exchange with Premier Anna Bligh, who wandered over to the part of the fence where my dear friend and fellow journalist Robyn were standing.

"Had to come over and say hello," she chirped, "...because I thought 'Oh look, there's Girl Clumsy in red'."

Now first of all, it was more like a burnt orange, but what the hey, and second...

Aug 28, 2011

Just Following Orders


Disclaimer: The following essay contains my own thoughts and opinions. As a journalist, I always try to work by high ethical standards. However, our profession contains its own particular challenges, and I wanted to reflect on this in a constructive way.
The Brisbane media landscape was this week rocked by the so-called “Choppergate” scandal. Channel Nine sacked two journalists and a producer, and its head of news resigned, after revelations they faked two “live” crosses from their news helicopter. Instead of flying near the search site for missing teenager Daniel Morcombe as the station claimed, it was instead on the Mt Coot-tha helipad, or hovering nearby.
I do not know any of the persons involved beyond cursory bump-ins at media conferences. I do know that they were all well-respected, particularly 25-year veteran Lee Anderson, the former head of news.
I’ve seen the reaction unfold via social media and news sites, and it’s spanned the sympathy spectrum from “a lot” to “absolutely none”.
I feel conflicted.

Aug 12, 2011

Clarions

I was very chuffed to learn that I have been nominated for a 2011 Queensland Media Award - also known as the "Clarions".

The report that got the nod was from 22 March, the day rumours about Campbell Newman's impending switch from local to state politics.


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I'm up against some pretty big heavyweights from the ABC and SBS, so I'm very realistic about my chances. But this is the first time I've been nominated for any kind of journalism award, so I'm just pleased for that reason.

I've always been keen to make my voice reports lively and interesting. I find state politics to be generally quite entertaining - but then, I do see a lot of parallels with the theatre. And I'm the first to admit that the there are often swathes of information and detail that can get overwhelming, and let's face it, dull. So it's always a good challenge to try to distil important information in just 30 to 50 seconds of a voice report, and make it easy on the ear.

Yesterday Premier Anna Bligh gave a speech to the Queensland Media Club, in which she blamed politics and politicians for an increasingly negative public discourse. She admitted there is a mood for change in the state, but rather than accept this meant a shoo-in for the LNP at the next election, said it was up to her government to be more positive, and spread optimism.

I love opportunities to throw in different audio pieces into my voice reports, and so I had a lot of fun putting this one together:


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Apologies for the self-indulgence!

Jul 18, 2011

Oh, Rebekah

Because sometimes commentary on current issues can only be made by writing new lyrics to 1980s pop power ballads.

To the tune of Vienna, by Ultravox.


It's been quite an affair
Teenage death was a crying shame
Lying and faking
The News hacking phones, now you're in the frame
Sadistic and so cruel
My choice as a fave has to say goodbye
Just stay with me until...

The police have come for you and not I
They're not f**king with me
They're not f**ing with me
Oh, Rebekah

The public is grieving
At our throats, saying nasty things
Colossus is falling
We'll try to revamp, but the shit still clings
The fools want us silenced
Disaster's at hand, there's no chance at Sky
It's futile resistance...

The Guardian and Hugh Grant can f**k off and die
They've been f**king with me
F**k them f***king with me
Oh, Rebekah

Jul 6, 2011

A Boring Machine

As a member of the Queensland Parliamentary Media Gallery (with the Speaker's Handbook-shaped scars from the notorious hazing process to prove it), I am a reasonably regular attendee at what we colloquially refer to as "hard hat jobs".

This is where We Esteemed Journalists get kitted up in safety vests, goggles, steel-cap boots and yes, the obligatory hard hats, and follow Our Illustrious Leaders onto an infrastructure project, there to Gape in Wonder at the Awesome Power of Technology and Construction and Stuff.

They can be a bit of a pain - often because they take a long time, but mostly because of the safety gear rigamarole. No matter how early I arrive, there are never any supplied boots that fit me, so I wind up clomping around like a wounded hippo. In a bright orange vest. It's just impossible for me to not look like a bumbling fool dressed like this.



But sometimes the small part of me that remains unbattered by cynicism escapes.

Mar 22, 2011

Unchartered Waters

Today, 22 March, is World Water Day. There are lots of ways to take part; the easiest being an online purchase or donation.


About a month ago, I promised my new buddy Rowan I would promote this excellent day of awareness. So here's a snapshot of why it's important, courtesy of the Red Cross:


  • Some four million people die each year from diseases associated with the lack of access to safe drinking water, inadequate sanitation and poor hygiene. 
  • Dirty water and poor sanitation are the second biggest killer of children worldwide. Some 4,000 children under five die every day from those same associated diseases.
  • Worldwide 2.7 billion people do not have adequate sanitation facilities.
  • And 880 million people do not have access to clean water.

I must apologise to Rowan. I had the best of intentions to write something devastatingly clever in support of World Water Day.

But today was somewhat distracting.

For you see, while the course of politics never did run smooth, today was rougher than navigating the Horn of Africa in an upturned tortoise shell. Today the Queensland political landscape capsized, sending all sprawling a-midships.

Lawrence Springborg, the now former deputy leader of the Liberal-National Party, put it best when he said the organisation was now in "unchartered waters".

Mar 21, 2011

Fresh Prince

Sunday saw me trek out to the West Moreton Anglican College at Ipswich to cover Prince William's visit.

At various points during the event, I was using one hand to hold a video recorder, one hand to hold an audio recorder, and a mysterious third hand to snap blurry photos and tweet from my mobile phone.

So apologies if this video is rather shaky. But I thought you might appreciate my efforts to try to capture what it was like to try to capture what it was like. Mmm, media meta-humour.

If nothing else, the Prince IS wearing a very nice pair of tan slacks.

Feb 16, 2011

Scratched & Recycled

It started with Havock tweeting me late this afternoon with: "Was that you on the Scratchy bit on the news?"

Now those of you who know Havock might have been as surprised as I was by the absence of invectives such as FKN and MUPPETS. I didn't really understand what he was getting at, even when he offered the follow-up tweet:

"I swear the chickie babe looked like you on TV before, ya got a twin! lol"

I thought perhaps Havock had just spliced the mainbrace one too many times, but about an hour later, I received a text message from my friend Clare, exclaiming that she'd just seen me on Today Tonight talking about scratchies.

It turns out the good folk at Channel Seven's flagship current affairs program had decided to do a story on instant scratchie winners, and had included me as one of the "talent".

Only thing is - I did that interview FOUR years ago. Four! Early 2007. I remember because I'd not long been back in the country after a foreign sojourn. It explains the dodgy short haircut I was growing out:

Thanks to @EvanOnTheGC for
capturing this awful, awful freezeframe.

What a completely terrible head that is. That's just appalling. Look - here's a GIF I made of me pulling a series of grimaces which are STILL more attractive than the head featured on national television this evening:

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I'm just a bit confused about the situation. Yes, I won some money on a scratchie. It was a fair while ago - before I even started this website. Is a four-year-old interview about something that happened seven years ago still relevant? Still, you know, a current affair?

I don't want to slag my fellow media professionals too much, because I honestly believe shows like A Current Affair and Today Tonight have their place in the TV line-up. Sure, watching them is probably like having sex with a priest - a bit wrong and not for the under 16s - but they provide a service. I mean, you can't go getting all your shopping advice from the Brand Power lady.

See, see! I said I wouldn't slag them off, and I just did it anyway. Naughty Clumsy.

Let's face it, maybe it's a situation where recycling old interviews is an efficient use of resources.

I mean, winning money on a scratchie is p-r-e-t-t-y much how you'd imagine it. There's the "BULLSHIT NO WAY" factor, then the "THIS IS F***ING AWESOME" high, then the "OMG I CAN BUY EVERYTHING" dizziness, then the "OH NO WAIT I CAN'T REALLY BUY EVERYTHING" comedown, then the "I SHOULD REALLY BE SENSIBLE ABOUT THIS" speech you give yourself after your Dad insists on going to the bank manager THAT AFTERNOON to tie up the money in some sort of digital Fort Knox to STOP YOU GETTING AT IT YOU IRRESPONSIBLE DAUGHTER AND ALSO YOU SHOULD GO TO BED EARLIER AND CLEAN UP MORE.

Well, that was certainly MY experience.

My point is - and I do have one, albeit a loose, esoteric one - is that I'm still alive, y'know? You could come and interview me now, Today Tonight. At the VERY least, I'd have nicer hair. Surely that would be better for your ratings?

Jan 5, 2011

The Big Clean-Up

It's been an incredibly busy couple of days: visiting flood-affected homes and businesses; chatting to locals and authorities about the clean up effort; cutting audio; filing stories; taking pictures; and doing phone crosses back to the Brisbane and Sydney stations.

For those interested, I've compiled a photo montage:


The floods have left many residents in Bundaberg with a big challenge ahead of them, but the overwhelming feeling I've encountered is one of resilient optimism. People are simply getting on with it. The local disaster response has seemed well-organised and effective, and I hope it's the same in other parts of Queensland similarly affected by floodwaters.

It's certainly been a great experience to come to Bundaberg, and I can only wish the town and its people all the best in the future. If you'd like to donate to the Premier's Disaster Relief Appeal, you can do so by clicking here.

Jan 3, 2011

Bundaberg

I rose in Brisbane; tonight I rest in Bundaberg. What an odd 24 hours.

I've been sent here to cover the flood clean-up effort. I drove up; arrived around 5pm; checked into my hotel (my room has a mezzanine level!); set up my equipment; then went out to find people to chat to. I grabbed some delicious Thai from a nearby establishment called "Spicy Tonight" (in fact I chose the mild option for my chicken ginger stir-fry); then settled in for a night in front of the computer cutting up audio and writing stories.

I've not seen much of the town yet, but the floodwaters from the Burnett River have receded, so it looks oddly normal. I'll find out more tomorrow as I head out and attempt to be a Proper Journalist.

Here's a few pics so far:

Rubbish outside the Spinnaker restaurant on Quay St



Lightning crackled in the sky as another
quick storm got ready to strike.

Evidence of inundation along the river.


Ian manages the community pool along the river.
They were lucky and escaped inundation.
And I totally want to play on those inflatable thingies.

Jan 1, 2011

One, One, One-One

This is my diary for 2011 - and my aim for the year is to live by the titular slogan.



I've been thinking about 2010, and trying to give it a mark of sorts. And I realise that sort of thing is impossible because there are always ups and downs and other trite cliches.

Dec 28, 2010

Foolish Behaviour

Queensland is flooding, and being a short-staffed week at the radio station, I'm like a scalped whale at the moment: I've got water on the brain.

Emergency Services are quite rightly getting fed up with people ignoring "Road Closed" signs, and crossing flooded motorways and streets. These intrepid adventurers take a punt that their Magna or Cruze can handle half a metre of muddy brown H20 - but the result is a inevitably a parade of surprise-looking wet people standing on the roof of their automobiles awaiting a swift water rescue team.

Police are even starting to charge people who they believe have ignored advice and recklessly entered floodwaters. One such example is the case of the Bremer River Three - a trio of teenagers who decided floating from Ipswich to Brisbane on inflatable mattresses would be a top notch way to spend a Monday.

If nothing else, they've forgotten to "slip" on a shirt. Tsk.
Now, I can wholeheartedly agree with the official line that this is foolish and risky behaviour. Essentially these three are the biggest d***s in the 'swich since that peculiar tattoo-gone-wrong case.

And yet...

Dec 22, 2010

Edgy Queensland Style

Sometimes being a journalist means sitting in front of a computer screen all day.

Sometimes it means ending up trudging through a half-built tunnel in an ensemble that's more post-modern absurdist installation art than clothing:

I. Am. A. Serious. Journalist.
I'd been wearing a top and skirt, see, when I got late notice of Premier Anna Bligh's impending media conference at the Airport Link tunnel. But the worksite is just down the road a bit from my parents' house, so I rang my mother and told her to have some pants ready.

My mother is a couple of sizes smaller than me, and so while I was pleased to fit into her grey stretch pants, I decided to keep the skirt on as a way of protecting my butt's modesty.

When I arrived at the worksite, they promptly handed me the giant boots, tent-like safety shirt and hardhat. Everyone always looks silly at hardhat jobs; but this really took the cake.

Shortly after the Premier herself arrived, and as she said a quick hello, looked me up and said "That's quite an outfit."

My voice rose in indignation.

"I was wearing a skirt! It was late notice! I had to borrow my mother's trousers!" I spluttered.

"Oh, I think that the whole thing, with the different elements... it's certainly got an edgy Queensland style to it."

SPLUTTER, splutter.... sigh.

Forget the sun. I'm getting burned by the Premier of the state now.