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Last updated on July 16th, 2017 at 11:48 am
“Ok, this is kind of embarrassing,” writes The Age’s Kate Holden. It sure is:
I woke up this morning smiling from a wonderful dream. It was a kissing dream. I was kissing a sexy man: charismatic, intelligent, powerful (and a very good kisser, as people are in dreams). I woke, remnants of kissing-daze evaporating sweetly in my mind. Then I tried to recollect who the man might have been. It was someone I knew, though transformed, but the kiss had been a surprise, out of character … Picture me sitting bolt upright in bed cackling my head off. Who was the man, this sexy god? Readers, it was Kevin Rudd.
Federal Opposition Leader Kevin Rudd appeared a little disorientated today, despite claiming to have celebrated his 50th birthday with “sobriety”.
Attending a community barbecue in Brisbane for Labor candidate Kerry Rae, Mr Rudd mispronounced her name before needing assistance to recall where he was.