The other day (week, maybe?) we borrowed a friend's dictpahone and marched off to a local cafe to interrogate controversial (well, while we haven't actually checked his blog, if history is anything to go by then we'll dare to assume her recent piece about Lollipop Ladies/Gentlemen probably riled up Andrew Bolt into a frothy metaphor-spitting fury) columnist for The Age, Ms Catherine Deveny.

FACT! Deveny is actually Catherine's married name!

FACT! We are clearly shitting you. Feel free to LOL or ROFL in your own time at our great wit.

Anyway, we indulged in some Serious Journalism and then happily toddled off home. And realised we'd returned the dictpahone too early and in this technologically advanced era of iPods (OURS BROKE ON SATURDAY, SEND A NEW ONE IMMEDIATELY) and CD players, we don't actually have a tape deck to listen - and thus transcribe for your reading pleasure - our no holds barred Catherine Deveny piece.

The good news is, we've finally wrangled back our mate's dictaphone!

The bad news is, we haven't transcribed it yet as we've been a bit under the weather!

The good news is, we'll get onto it either this afternoon, or tomorrow.

The bad news is, we cried at an episode of Undercover Angels last night and now we want to bludgeon ourselves to death due to the shame of it all. Stupid sign language choirs and separated lovers and distant relatives and our hatefully sensitive Piscean nature...

CATHERINE DEVENY, IF YOU ARE READING THIS RIGHT NOW - YOU'RE STILL GOING DOWN. ALRIGHT? WE ARE GOING TO "BLOW" THE "LID" OFF YOUR COMMIE WAYS, AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO LAUGH ABOUT IT LATER WHILE WATCHING THE ENTIRE 7TH HEAVEN DVD BOXSET AT ANDREW BOLT'S HOUSE.

PS: We also went to Spicks and Specks the other night and will write about that too. In time. We must repair ourselves slowly, people!

 

Tags: andrew bolt | au | catherine deveny | interview | serious journalism