Being a blowhard means never having to say you’re sorry. When you’re not telling everyone what to think about climate change, refugees or how to use the television remote there are those slightly embarrassing men-only Savage Club membership fees to be paid.
For celebrity advocate and QC Julian Burnside, this is the existential drama now playing out in his head alongside a speech by Noam Chomsky and an old Bob Dylan record but rest assured by the end of it all somebody will be photoshopped wearing a Nazi uniform and it won’t be Julian.
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