Australia’s federal parliament isn’t normally associated with sex, drugs and dance parties and nor should it, because they’re rare occurrences. But rare does not mean unknown.
In the mid-nineties I was hired by the prime minister’s personal department to courier cabinet documents. The job niched well with my neglected university studies but required a cabinet-in-confidence clearance, one of the highest-level security checks conducted by the Australian government.
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