I have become addicted to Question Time. When I am at home, I watch it for an hour while I fold Mount Washmore.
I watch it for the tension, the laughs, the drama and the amazing performances from our elected lot.
There really is something for everyone. I can see some smart person could write the best screen play, or perhaps an episode of Law and Order based on the characters. I almost think it is better than The Bold and the Beautiful.
Yesterday was particularly dramatic, as the Speaker of the house punted 7 insolent politicians out into the Naughty Corner. Considering the average wage of this gang is about $200,00 pa, it is very expensive time out. Please note all pictures are courtesy of the SMH.
The High Priestess of Spankytown
Joe conducts the masses….
“Yo Yo Wassup Joe” and everyone sings along…
“Yo yo, I’ll tell you wassup! I caught a fish THIS BIG!”
“Fetch me a coffee? There’s a dear…”
“Did I turn the iron off? I remember taking that phone call… but I cannot remember turning that bloody iron off…”
…..just pretend this never happened…..
“COME ON! Let’s wrap this up! Wimbledon is about to start and Lleyton is playing a blinder.”
“Julie! That is the LAST TIME I pull your finger!”
“ROAR”
But with all the characters, sledging and fighting and bickering. Laughing and sniggering and calling each other vaginas, and criminals. The one thing that leaves me feeling empty after watching Question Time is simple.
