Evidently, I was not the only one during the holidays having a conceptual difficulty with Kevin Rudd as PM. Annabel Crabb writes wittily today:
THE past few months could so easily have been a dream.
Who among us hasn't sat bolt upright in the middle of the night and been convinced, in the gin-clear moments for which dreams survive intact in the consciousness, that Kevin Rudd grew bushy sideburns and became prime minister and invited Dick Smith, Kerry O'Brien and the girls from Sass & Bide to Parliament House for a strategy session?...
It will be a while before, on seeing Kevin Rudd stride into the prime ministerial suite of offices, one's natural instinct stops being to call security.
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