Yoo-hoo! It’s Robert C. Ophidascaris, the parasite residing in numerous Australian editors’ brains, a contented camper in your hippocampus. I actually recognize Crikey’s curiosity in what I do. Most of my work is behind the scenes, and quite a lot of the time no-one listens to me, insisting on placing collectively journalism and evaluation. Typically, they will actually ganglia up on me. And once they do use one among my sensible concepts, like commissioning an opinion piece from the prime minister’s canine, I don’t even get credited! Why, it’s sufficient to present somebody thyroid rage!
Sure, it’s true, I’m obsessive about canines! You may say I want a lodogomy! Haha no however critically I’m extra than simply the nightmarish worm whose occasional writhing ensures that Toto Albanese and Buddy Morrison take up cutesy humanising area in broadly learn newspapers that would in any other case be full of info that holds the highly effective to account. I’ve many different achievements.
For instance, how do you suppose The Mocker retains getting revealed? Due to its beneficial insights? Man, that man has me endocrine with laughter! All these tales about how a teenager may afford their first home, which invariably lists price chopping like giving up on brunch and borrowing a number of hundred thousand {dollars} from their dad and mom? That’s my work. However I believe I’m most happy with the “college children figuring out as cats” story that I fever-dreamed into existence.
Hanging out in that toxic river after I was youthful, I by no means imagined I’d find yourself within the media. However you’d be amazed what number of senior folks in Australia’s media come to have an enormous outdated glug, and for that, I’m very grateful.
Subsequent week, we’ll hear from my life companion, Tania Solium. She’s not only a mind worm, she’s additionally a e-book worm! (She helps get books pulled from retailers).