The other night I dreamt I was in a bedroom. Prime-minister Kevin Rudd came in and sat on the bed. He was trying to touch my junk.

I haven’t even been watching the news.

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I just tried eating pancakes as a kind of breakfast and lunch all in one, because I have a funny schedule on Thursdays that goes across the afternoon – too early for lunch, too hungry for dinner by the time I finish. But it didn’t work and I feel a bit sick.

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