It’s been a week of relative detritus what with One Nation and Brexit. But there was a dog…and perhaps that is enough.
What a week. George Pell experienced jail food, Donald Trump finally went to Vietnam and our media lost a true heavyweight.
What a week it has been. The pope gave us a cardinal clanger, Julie Bishop called it quits and one mother took on an empire over the depiction of fake genitals. Stop the world, I want to get off!
Well, it’s been a messy week. Donald Trump lost his mojo, we sparred with China and one flight got particularly visceral.
Well, it’s been a difficult one. Theresa May barely kept her job, ugliness revisited the streets of Melbourne and a sweet new hairdo hit China.
The week that was was a particularly brutal one, highlighted by numerous stabbings and one man’s war against a spider.
What a state of affairs. The last week of 2018 featured Italian flair reaching Sydney, one Dad’s loving micromanagement and many tourists not making it back from their holiday.
What a week. PETA jumped the shark, odd things were heard in space and our politics went to complete doo-doo.
Current affairs this week: escalation in the Crimean peninsula, a racially motivated schoolyard assault, student protest against government climate change inaction, and further erosion for the Libs.
This week was heavy with Brexit splitting the Tories, former Khmer Rouge leaders found guilty of genocide and a jilted bride dishing revenge while it was still hot. At least we got a laugh in at ScoMo…that’s something, right?
What a week it was. Brett Kavanaugh rose above criticism, a local MP exceeded his bandwidth and one NY subway ride got real chill, man.
Ah, the week we survived. America registered the crack of gun violence, strawberried needles became the pre-eminent topic in Australia and we became intimately familiar with Donald’s member.
Well, it’s certainly been a week. We lost Burt Reynolds, we gained more of ScoMo and another Scot had a duckin’ good time.
It was a rather transient week, with ScoMo moving to Kirribilli and Donald Trump’s lawyer moving to jail.
What a week it was. Trump attempted diplomacy, Husar faced scandal and Japan doubled down on the weirdness.
What a week that was, we saw the Marvel universe take a stand, a familiar attack in Germany and the return of something rather questionable at home.
What a week. We witnessed a miraculous rescue, the continuation of violence in Brisbane and Kim K leaping into the fires of nonsense.
The hammer fell for a reprehensible individual, the poojogger became a thing, and unspeakable horror visited Sydney. Oh dear.
Well, what a week it was. The lunch date between Donald and Kim was called off, justice was finally served and one adult had to move out of home.
It’s been an awful week. Awful because peace was so close, yet eluded our grasp. Be it the Korean peninsula, the cliffs of Western Australia or the streets of New York. Oh, well.
What a week it was. Conor McGregor fought an inanimate object and lost, the Commonwealth Games kicked off and LA grumbled and fell over. Standard.
Yet more details of Donald Trump’s affair, Facebook’s murky morals and the next step for Cricket Australia highlights the week that was. Hoo-boy.