As a former speechwriter and Labor hack, I’ve been paid good money to knee language in the groin, pull its hair and steal its lunch money. Feeding the Chooks is an apology, a modest redress, and a place for reflection on love, death and hung parliaments.
Oh, and the name of the blog? It’s how Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen described his press conferences. By the way, this appropriation isn’t an endorsement of the late Sir Joh’s patronising treatment of the media, nor does it reflect some unhealthy contempt for my readers. Simply that I liked the sound of his description. Phew. I’m glad we sorted that out.
Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that Urban Dictionary defines feeding the chook as “to masturbate (male).” Which is as good a description of this site’s indulgence as any other.
Postscript: I am now a regular political contributor to The Age newspaper. You can follow me in the Opinion section every other Thursday. Age columns will eventually go up here, but not before they’ve been published.
I’ll still be posting thoughts on film, sport, literature and who knows what else on Feeding the Chooks, so keep checking back or, better yet, subscribe to updates via the RSS tag up the top. Feel free to follow me on Twitter @feed_the_chooks and Facebook.