When Brett Sutton shot to fame in the wake of the Covid outbreak I admit I fell for him. Hook, line, and sinker.

In those early days of the pandemic, when so much was unknown, it was comforting to hear the dulcet tones of our Professor Swoony Sutton as they eased the panic within – panic triggered by frightful schoolmaster Daniel Andrews…

Yes, it was Sutton’s cruisy Lord Byron vibes, merged with his dapper suit and tie charm, that kept me from locking my family in the house, churning through the Glen 20, and driving in my car alone with a mask.

But...