The one other bizarre thing about this story is that it was written by respected Canberra political correspondent Glenn Milne. Milne got into a bit of strife himself last year for getting totally maggotted at Australian journalism's prestigious Walkley Awards ceremony and leaping onto the stage to clobber another journalist after giving him a drunken gobful of ripe Aussie invective. That escapade, captured on national TV, lives on, now immortalised on YouTube, and tellingly, Milne - who blamed a combination of booze and medication - is still well liked and perhaps more importantly (for Milne at least), still gainfully employed.
But it's out there and probably the best story in Australia this year, and we've all had a really good giggle over our cornflakes right across this big continent. Which means we can all get back to what's important: deciding who'll run the country and the economy the way we - the people of Australia - would like to see it run, unfortunate nights out at lap-dancing clubs and Diamond Dollars notwithstanding.
Perhaps the real reason for all this and why it's not likely to affect Rudd's election hopes is that the apple, as they say, never falls far from the tree - bearing in mind that Australia was settled by the party people of the British Empire: thieves, drunks, rogues, forgers, prostitutes, women of ill repute, and Irishmen.
A hell of a lot different from Puritan America, although — digressing a bit — what excuse Britain's politicians have for their own kinky excesses and their sniggering acceptance by the Poms is anyone's bloody guess. Good job they never sent those buggers out here, though.