I sat down yesterday arvo to compose today's Blunty and pondered the meagre pickin's of the days news. There really wasn't much worth riffing on, not if you were looking for some decent traffic. Best option seemed to be the meeting of state Treasurers (all LNP now?) looking to impose GST on internet purchases from overseas.
Mockable, but not as mockable as Tony Abbott on a good day. And yesterday was a good day because the first inkling of the Indonesians response to his double secret sorry letter was leaking into the public realm.
I decided to try and draft up my version of that letter but quickly found that, unlike Scott Morrison, Tony Abbott doesn't have a distinct persona on which to hang a piss take. It's odd, given how long he's been in public life, but there you go. Morrison? Easy, a rampaging, child eating zombie. Julie Bishop? Easier still, one of Lovecraft's Nameless Ones commissioned to high office.
But Abbott proved elusive until I threw the problem out to Twitter and realised the problem wasn't his persona but the voice in which it's expressed. Abbott has a very distinctive way of talking. A lot of ums and ahs and repetitions. It's not the sort of thing that would come through in a formal letter, but if he dictated that letter...
It's funny sometimes how an idea which won't work in one form, just clicks into place in an another.