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Thursday, October 22, 2009

LATELINE: Ticky Fullerton delivers us a rollicking interview with Sir Harold Evans; a delight, a treat, a bonbon; come back again Sir Harold!

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Is Death by Cleavage a Crime?


What a welcome relief it is when our highly talented ABC journalists get to interview a truly interesting person outside of politics! Ticky Fullerton brought we the Australian public of discerning taste (Aunty’s faithful) a treasure of an interview this night with Sir Harold Evans, who holds the distinction of having been sacked by Rupert Murdoch, and I congratulate the old knight for this rare honour.


Ms Fullerton clearly enjoyed this opportunity to speak with Sir Harold, as did Sir Harold, and the resultant chemistry was joyetry in motion.


How many folk are left who read some of the first output from Gutenberg’s press, read by mammoth fat candlelight? Sir Harold has seen and done it all, covered in his memoir, ‘My Paper Chase’.


I would advise Ms Fullerton to conceal her cleavage next time she wins an interview with the old treasure, lest she be the cause of his expiry, albeit with a smile on his face, on screen. His missus, Tina Brown, would not be amused.



[Caption text: Radiating yet again, Ticky Fullerton gave us a treat with her interview with Editor at Large of The Week magazine, 81 year old Sir Harold Evans, on Lateline on 22nd October 2009.

It was a rollicking chat about Sir Harold’s life in newspaper publishing, thoroughly enjoyable, but I did sustain a low level of stress lest the dear old treasure should expire, not helped by Ms Fullerton’s inch and a half of exposed cleavage.

Somehow the old origami oracle made it through to the end, but I suspect he had to lie down to recover from Ms Fullerton’s abounding charms.

Congratulations and thank you to Ms Fullerton for drawing such pearls of wisdom, humour, direct speak, and appealingness from this doyen of newsprint; thank you Sir Harold for giving of yourself so generously for we Aussies’ enlightenment and entertainment; look after yourself and come back again!]

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5 comments:

Gladys Hobson said...

Darn it! Wrote a long comment and lost it!
Okay, here we go again.
What do you mean by 'cleavage' - a mere slight parting of the ways. You guys down under must be starved of passion if no more than a little finger crease turns you to jelly beans for comfort. dear oh dear, Payton. Watch Strictly Come Dancing on TV and you will know the difference.
Now what are you doing sniffing in that mossy-cress stuff beside a stream — looking for an outsize rat, big enough to swallow you up in one gulp? Dangerous! Better get back to your tree.

Payton L. Inkletter said...

Gladys: You must learn that we colonists have spent over two hundred years gravitating away from the lasciviousness of you Poms, and have become, in this relatively short interregnum, a most civilized and proper lot; now we are easily shocked, and that hint of cleavage was explosive for us.

I have it on good authority that Ms Fullerton was set upon by the ABC's overworked and underfunded propriety police immediately that broadcast ended, and beaten with sticks.

Now as for your observation that I've been looking for an outsize rat, you of course are referring to that shot of me beside the placard picturing the quenda, or Southern Brown Bandicoot (which picture one day will only be found over in the gradually swelling Headers Archive, but is still to be found in the left column here as at this comment's posting). What you won't know is that this picture of the beast is scaled down 10:1! It is fortunate these furry behemoths are bulb eaters, knocking back a sack of spuds in one meal.

I saw a pair the day I admitted my mother to St John of God Hospital for her surgery last week; they had bailed up two kitchen staff unloading supplies at the service entry, and it was only after they were given a sack of butternut pumpkins and a hundredweight of sweet potatoes that they thundered off like elephants, leaving the orderlies as white as the sheets they change.

Gladys Hobson said...

Civilised? You're still running round in furry skins!

Just watch a skippy doesn't take a cleavage to be a pouch.
As for koalas, like one I know, likely they'd hop into one for an overnight nap, given half a chance.

Should females therefore tease male aussies?

Payton L. Inkletter said...

Gladys: Speaking for myself, I might do as you suggest, because I was a breast fed baby.

As for whether females should tease male aussies, that's a good question. With mature oaks like me it would be a harmless pastime, but not so with the saplings.

Gladys Hobson said...

Are you suggesting the sapling would go into melt down? Don't forget — oaks may fall when reeds may brave the storm.
A little bit of what you fancy does you good.