When Kevin Rudd walked on stage to claim his place as Australia’s 26th prime minister, the woman he calls his life partner stood with her hand in his beside him, and shimmied. She leant forward and, with a cheeky glint in her eye, shook her shoulders from side to side and shimmied. And it was glorious.
If ever there was an image to differentiate the old from the new on election night, it was Therese Rein’s shimmy. As surprising as the revelation that I’ve placed a shimmy above Australia electing its first female deputy prime minister and Maxine McKew’s “in heaven no one’s blind” moment might be, the shimmy said it all …
Let’s all get down and shimmy!
Manic Traceeee is even less readable than depressive Traceeee. More from kisdm001: “Traceeee’s column today includes a rather dodgy claim: ‘Suddenly we had a first couple who were smart, successful AND sexy. It was magnificent.’ Sexy sure has changed since I left Australia …”