When I first arrived in Australia quarter of a century ago one of the many kind invitations I received was to lunch with the late Betty Churcher and her husband at their delightful new home outside Canberra. During a bout of post-lunch banter Mr Churcher suggested I was ‘just some sort of cultural Alan Jones’ – but the point was a bit lost as Mr Jones was then totally unknown to me.
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