WANNA SEE WHERE KEV CUTS HIMSELF?
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
The only bloke they neither cheered nor booed at Gough’s wake was the irrepressible Kevin07. He has been in the “best forgotten” bin for a while now but you can bid on a bit of nostalgia now that his house is up for sale... but you’ll need to do something about that bathroom.
Uncle Kev got a lot of stuff back-to-front including his bathroom doors, replete with doggie door.
Now dinner guests at Kev’s joint who suddenly needed to siphon the python or have a little hover, were directed to a sign that said “moor htab”.
You could be excused for thinking Kev must have especially imported those doors from Makopanong village in eastern Lesotho.
It wouldn’t be until after you had washed your hands, realised there was no towel, and were wiping them on your shirt before you twigged to what “bath room” spells backwards.
But Kev’s little Pekinese dog, he lovingly calls ‘Julia’, actually used to be a pointy nosed Dachshund but the poor little thing never got the hang of following Kev into the bath room because the doggie door swung the other way.
Anyway, Kev must have felt right at home in such a dysfunctional joint.