James Jeffrey,
Strewth columnist for the
Australian, writes in this week’s
Spectator Diary that he attended a swimsuit parade at Rosemount Australian Fashion Week in Sydney and became depressed at the sight of so many “malnourished creatures with dead expressions” on the catwalk:
I eventually leave, dispirited but filled with an urge to nourish something, anything, so I go home, thaw the biggest rat in my freezer (under the ice cream, next to the peas), and feed my python. This is not a euphemism.
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