Flat White

I’ve got them Barnaby blues… not!

30 July 2019

6:57 PM

30 July 2019

6:57 PM

My house is flooded.

The bathroom.

The bedroom.

The office.

The laundry.

Flooded with my tears for poverty-stricken Barnaby Joyce.

I’m using cups and buckets and saucepans and cereal bowls and vases in an effort to keep the water level down.

But my tears pour relentlessly — like the rain that hits the picturesque village of Mawsynram, in India’s hidden east — the wettest place on planet earth.

As Barnaby consumes his flat white in an Armidale cafe and fantasises about his life as a destitute ukulele musician busking for coins I sit here in my downtown northern apartment in Melbourne, writing more columns and dreaming of the day when I will make $211,000 a year.

Blimey, just think. I’d be able to afford a health checkup, a new pair of heels — maybe even a holiday.

But there’s no more time for daydreaming. I’ve got to stop the flood that’s engulfing my home.

As I write this, Barnaby is finishing his flat white and is about to return home to his house without heat.

Let’s hold a thought for Mr Joyce in his indisputable time of need.

Vanessa de Largie is a freelance journalist, sex columnist and public speaker that divides her time between London and Melbourne. You can find more of her work on her website.

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