The hot summer of February 1982: we are loading guitars, amps and drums up the concrete steps from the grimy car park of the Prince of Wales Hotel into the PBS studios on Fitzroy Street in St Kilda. The air is thick with red dust reflecting the blue lights of police vans cruising the strip.
Typical of zombie narratives are their apocalyptic end-of-the-world milieus and attitudes. However, the environment of The Walking Dead is not so much apocalyptic as it is drenched in eternal terror and warfare.
I have always tried to write without fear or shame. I wanted to be like Dorothy Hewett and walk naked through the world. And even so. 30 years. This maybe shocks me most of all.
The political decisions to ignore places like Mt Druitt, in favour of Potts Point, by keeping policies like super tax concessions and negative gearing, and avoiding inheritance or land taxes, are an insult to the idea that poverty is an individual problem.
In the days leading up to the election, public opinion had coalesced into two large blocs. Key to the eventual Conservative advantage was that a much higher proportion of ‘austerians’ voted Conservative.