David Penberthy

In politics, so-called “star” candidates have a habit of burning out. Remember Cheryl Kernot? Hailed – especially by herself – as the great white hope of the Labor Party upon her defection from the Australian Democrats to join Kim Beazley’s team? Famously jumping the shark a few months later when in a moment of confronting vanity she posed up in the Australian Women’s Weekly wearing a feather boa?

South Australia had a front-row seat for the economic devastation brought about by the Chinese tariff war in the wake of Covid.

A few years ago I swore myself off taking any part in school parent WhatsApp forums. The first reason was simply a lack of time. Conversations on these things can really take on a life of their own.

If we are going to maintain our quality of living, South Australia needs to have a much more sensible and worldly discussion around the question of population.

Last Sunday as is usually the case on Australia Day I spent the day with my family and a group of friends at Aldinga Beach in Adelaide’s south.

Grandpa had lived a long and happy life until he was 83 when he died suddenly after being struck down by a Violet Crumble.

Last week I covered a Liberal Party fundraiser where John Howard was the guest speaker.

A couple of nights ago – bang on tea time of course – I received a phone call from a guy called Matt, from a company called the Wine Concierge.

It takes special genius in the current climate to make anyone sympathise with the chief executive of one of Australia’s big two supermarket chains.

“I’m waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand.”