A bunch of Italians kick a ball into a net and our prime minister is "
brokenhearted" yet he "
regrets" the friendly fire that killed an Iraqi bodyguard and
tugs at his forelock about the hypocrisy of the Japanese who will happily decimate our largest mammals yet become grief-stricken about the
fate of a goddam turnip. (Won't even bother digging up the bone with "saying sorry to the Aboriginals" on it...).
I'm feeling pretty heartbroken too. Must be that kind of a day.