Move over, Errol Flynn. It took long enough, but as of last Tuesday you are no longer Tasmania’s most popular human export. I suppose there are a few million subcontinental Ricky Ponting fans who might have said the same a decade ago, but the only Taswegian who’s had more foreign front page column inches than Mary (née) Donaldson in the last half century is a man called Martin Bryant, who, since giving our smallest state the world’s highest per capita murder rate has become nothing more than a bad memory for the rest of us.
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